Life is but a paradox
it with all we know
we think we get the truth
but really there's nothing to show
reality and perception are different more than same
From birth these ideas take root and grow
simple to complex. To find the truth? The stasis? No!
often our thoughts are not so.
True thoughts may come, against all odds
for the great paradox causes us to contemplate.
Emotion playing one side
Logic begins to break
yet from it comes all
through the chaos- relief
it makes no sense, yet sense is it called
for what is true and what is false
That is the greatest paradox of them all.
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Author:
whoweare (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a poem about what my mind is like when I am at moments of greatest clarity. Emotions are always present, and usually begins to destroy my reasoning, but somehow, I attain some of the strongest and most truthful realizations I have ever had. The way it happens makes no sense, but what I am left with makes all the sense in the world.
- Category: Reflection
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