Take it to the church. We’re debating freedoms.
People seek to understand your laundry—your earth, invested fully.
If to sip your geometry, to see why decency counts.
And how we ride clouds, proud to have lived.
Such a great battle, doing all to survive, life proposing wars, filled by cadence.
I noticed, many are powerful: they know the language, they live the silence.
When it happens, overwhelmingly, I stand, marveling, as if I’m new to it—it’s amazing that way.
I was struck by Epiphany, stomach-hearted, to sense a dungeon, more than self-imposing.
Some know freedom—if rational. We went from appeasing gods, to discussing science, to blending elements.
And if love means, it will soon ache, how do we walk away from that?
Take it to psychiatrists, professors, and see, if to listen to answers.
It becomes gray. In knowing what philosophy is—with seeking an absolute answer.
I envy certainty; it flaunts about; it seems ill-fitted.
Indeed, a sour tinge, a dim coloring, with symbols pointing at positivity.
People are interested in family, children, riches.
Alright!
Alright!
