a protective shell that keeps us sane, or often happy,
like the reinforced steel cage of a car that keeps us alive.
what a virtue to possess, to block out the world and see only light.
to read of the deaths of civilians while thinking about the freshness of the toast you are indulging.
to read of wars over water while enjoying the sweetness of your orange juice you are slurping.
like a child in a playground, like a fish unaware that it is wet, we live blissfully and ignorantly.
The woman singing in her car, believes she`s happy. knows she`s happy. feels happy. but does not know happy.
the man in his loft, believes he`s comfortable. know`s he`s comfortable. feels comfortable. but does not know comfort.
the man who thinks he's nice, but has never met a real nice person.
the woman who think's she's polite, but has not met a real polite person.
the boy who loves this song, but does not know music.
the girl who loves this boy, but does not know love.
who are we to proclaim, to feel, and to describe, when we have not seen, felt or experienced.
both children and adults only know what they know, but it is only adults who believe they understand what they know.
show me love, happiness, music, and comfort, and then i will understand what i know, and know what i feel.
take be backwards and forwards, so i know where i stand.
take me left and right, so i can stand straight.
take me into the fourth dimension, so i can understand the third.
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