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What We Are

We were Children once, innocent,
lost in an imaginary world without bars,
confusing faraway fireflies for shooting stars,
playfully skipping on the narrow paradise road,
believing that the purity of our hearts would get us there,
but the scales on our eyes finally fell off,
thanks to Men of God who teach and scoff,
commercializing the once narrow road to paradise.

We were naive once, ignorant,
living amongst pygmies and thinking ourselves giants,
reveling in the grandness of our little world,
intoxicated as we sipped our folly by pints,
nescient of contemporary teaching,
but we met men who towered above us,
we were humbled, re-educated, joined a new bus,
Exchanging one form of ignorance for another.

We are Men now, enlightened,
ours is a world of our own machination,
having learned the ropes of this world,
harmonized with the iniquities of our time,
we shrewdly shed our simple nakedness,
found a way to be immortalized in our prime,
bribed our way through the Pearly Gate,
having finally accepted the fallacy of our fate.

We are Wise now, educated,
schooled in the ignorance of the new world,
confident in our narcissistic grandiloquence,
basking under the rays of philosophical fantasies,
unconcerned about retribution or consequence,
cocooned in our borrowed etiquette and niceties,
we are wise now, educated, enlightened Men,
no more naive, ignorant, innocent children.

We are what we are now, nothing,
completely lost to the irony though not seeing,
having no true identity to call our own,
we are chameleons mimicking not being,
we are shadows of our former forgotten selves,
we are neither one or the other, just empty shelves,
echoes from a now disjointed distant past,
we are what we are now, nothing really, just...

*****September 20, 2010*****

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On things that were and were not,
On why
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Like rainbows randomly ricocheting
Off my intangible thoughts,
Spellbinding...

On why,
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