1-15-08
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Call it heaven or call it earth Or something between the two Nothing is what it seems at first Nothing false, and nothing true Joy lies in sorrow, peace in the pain On the innocent man place all of the blame No is as yes, and yes is as no To live is to lie, to love, to let go Where all saints are sinners And all sinners, saints Where losers are winners And freedom, restraint Reason is madness with naught in between The invisible man knows all that is seen The heart is soft but cold like snow To live is to lie, to love, to let go Where guilty men are innocent And innocents are not Where children are on journeys sent And all and none are taught Where right and wrong collide into gray And the gifted man is led far astray You can learn everything, and yet nothing know To live is to lie, to love, to let go Everything is nothing is all, as though Man can go only up or only below Be it lie or truth, either way it is so: To live is to lie, to love, to let go. |
A symphony of dissonance, a harmony of contradictions. It's not a commentary on life. It's just a thought. A rather incoherent thought, but I never said it was supposed to make sense. It is what it is.