This is an collaboration between Cornilius Chade ''>:'' and The Unwanted Poet.
>: For men, who are smart to the world, the world seems dumb
For those, who these words seem wise, there time's been told, and place been met... for thy are those who live in ignorance
>: Ignorance is bliss and knowledge is two sided. Decide for bliss or suffering
As Suffering teach the hardest lessons, the knowhow of the wise.. only the wise shall choose to suffer.. in their pursuit of knowledge
>: Suffer is what the world will feel, but at the end the bliss will feel so much more real
Bliss is merely a reality one can only pursue... for none is bliss the world they live in
For Hopes and Dreams are merely words for what isn't real..
>: Hopes and dreams is what makes the world want to suffer. reaching their goals and learning the way
The world grows in dreams and hopes as the worlds matures and let its seeds go
Words and illusions.. for all we do is suffer.. only the learn.. why are hopes and dreams.. cannot be,
why each seed is already broken
>: Is to grow further in the world
why.. each so called dream.. seems to slip away
>: just out of reach, forever higher
why.. our hopes and aspirations... rise too high, we cannot reach
>: but the children can grow and reach it and dream new dreams
... alas, all we do, is live... for others... chasing dreams... that we shall never see the end off... reaching.. for each forbidden fruit... for each branch is one step too high.
a burden too much to carry, when your next of kin is standing on your shoulders.
>: But it is not in vain, we strive and reach other places we didn't expect. Finding branches to reach and make a difference. A heavy burden are our children,
our children, seeing the same mistake made twice
by you, your father and him
But won't each branch break.. when climbed by too many.. forcing all too stand aside.. and fall... fall down further.. then ever before..
and we reach for the top, we shall hit rock bottom
>: Finding stronger branches is what we do. Look at history and say it is not true
History is to be repeated, all we ever do.. is reach those same branches when we climb other trees.. a sad, sad sky, clouded and cruel, as when we look up, and see our kin fall to their knees.
reaching our hopes and dreams.. only to chase their own..
>: If we were meant to always succeed we wouldn't be here. No one appreciates an easy climb for the challenge is on which we strive
.. so strife and suffering shall be our faith... not even by our choosing..
>: Nay, by our very choosing we strife and suffer. We have reached a point in which we can go easy but we evolve nonetheless. Reaching the sky with wings
Only to fall down further.. for the highest highs can't be high enough.. if our dreams are always out of reach... a simple grasp, as my wings falls out.. and plummet to the ground.. now crippled by, the midnight sky, a dream I shall lose forever..
>: The broken dream as many have seen, is taken up and found renew, in the ones who are left behind. These dreams are not lost but reused in the forming of others forming a mosaic of life’s
.. even if each broken life, forms the most beautiful of sights, we shall never see the bigger picture..
>: for we are simply men not understanding the greater works
For men, who are smart to the world, the world seems dumb