quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2012

Through the looking glass

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings."

(Lewis Carroll)

There's got to be more to life than this.
But right now I don't know where. My compass keeps pointing to the one place I cannot go, the kingdom I was banned from.
A warrior in exile, whose strength was dispensed.
Yet I prefer to bury my sword than to become a mercenary and sell my beliefs.

I hold the truth I've discovered, precious knowledge even if it leads me nowhere.
And though broken and scarred, I walk in the sun standing tall, holding it close to my soul. For this is what I know, my most cherished thought and delightful certainty.

It is my just.discovered true desire, "the deepest secret nobody knows, and I carry it in my heart".

With a sad smile I bid farewell to you, my silent lord; for thou shall not know what I keep within.

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