Monday, November 15, 2004

Facade

Depositing thoughts into a safe that is no longer available,
You meander through your current existence wondering if you have been available.
Through it all, your foundation is set,
But is your establishment able to sustain the elements?
Clearly you have been wondering whether or not you are able to receive your blessings.
Clearly you have been wondering if you can't stop hindering your own progress.
Substance without color tells no story.
Yet color without definition lacks meaning.
Water is useful, but is it interesting?
Seeing is only a topical sensory experience,
Knowing is only an idea of appearance.
Can you define your purpose?
Can you believe your definition?
I am not sure.
Truth always has its own way of revelation.
Though sometimes it isn't obvious.

1 Comments:

Blogger Toya said...

dang...i like this one...this poem is really good Chris :-)

February 1, 2005 at 8:30 PM  

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