And Know

In the beginning there was nothing,
and nothing was the world.
While breathless words battle to speak,
and without hands for time,
life looks bleak.
I'm stuck in the same
never
ending
concept,
cause like nothing, it's a hoax
to coax
the way you think.
Its a question of morality,
that's taunting my sanity.

Hey, you got the answer wrong.
But listen,
Reminisciant thoughts are useless.

Enlightenment wont be
part of a prophecy,
cause Kant says we cant
in the eternal degree.
Answer the question of knowing,
or find the knew beginning,
without the freedom of thought.
I thought I found the reason of being,
like a reasonable being,
unquestionable morals
quarrels
between
philosopher and philosophy.
After all,
we're searching for the real meaning of me.


I said,
Have a moment of silence
for the end of days,
like a sight for the blind man
is quite sought after,
or like a bullet for the fool.

Can you hear my laughter?

The only way to find
the answer to your questions
Is to free your mind
from all commercial objections
then listen,
to the sound;
of my voice:

Stop.

Thinking.

Believing.

Trusting.

And know that
I'm,
the lying rhyme,
you hear.