You used to live your life dreaming to see
And you lived only to finally be
The one who gives in to human vitality
To spread your ideals of love and empathy
How ironic it was then that you were destined to see
That it meant nothing really in the end
And I know
I know the sun was your light and the dark was your night
But the sun was taken from you
I know that peace was your friend, it provided no end
Cause it was endlessly trapped in a dream
And now you cannot see, life as it shouldn't be
Facing the sun waiting for the ocean to come
To wash your wretched sins away
Life can be to much for a human to face
While knowing he may not be alive at all
I mean just face the irony of your own existance
You're both a god and nothing at all
The world is your friend til it makes you descend
To an animal which death has yet to claim
So trust me now I know
I know the sun was your light and the dark was your night
But the sun was taken from you
I know that peace was your friend, it provided no end
Cause it was endlessly trapped in a dream
And now you cannot see, life as it shouldn't be seen
For me and I assume, for most people, thoughts and dreams are so much more than mere words,
but also images, ideas and things that cannot be described by regular means of writing.
With that conclusion I started to use this place to translate my experiences and visions of this world and beyond
with a writing style that is best described as a hybrid of philosophy and poetry written in metaphors.
For me this feels like the best way to express something with meaning that isn't supposed to mean one certain thing to all who reads the text,
but (hopefully) hundreds of different things to hundreds of different people.
Though you may find some writing here that is just plain old "thought-translation" without any metaphors in it.
Merw.
but also images, ideas and things that cannot be described by regular means of writing.
With that conclusion I started to use this place to translate my experiences and visions of this world and beyond
with a writing style that is best described as a hybrid of philosophy and poetry written in metaphors.
For me this feels like the best way to express something with meaning that isn't supposed to mean one certain thing to all who reads the text,
but (hopefully) hundreds of different things to hundreds of different people.
Though you may find some writing here that is just plain old "thought-translation" without any metaphors in it.
Merw.
28 september 2008
Life as it shouldn't be seen
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