Phoenix Rising ~ Philip Brent
I grasp at my time, my life, my being
Like the blind men and the elephant
What I perceive not what I’m seeing
It may be my fire’s only on my pants
Chasing after truth by concocting lies
Mystic brews that obscure and reveal
All my victories, failures and my tries
Perchance to illuminate or to conceal
Will I finally comprehend everything
After time has become much too late
Fabled nirvanas or to hear angels sing
Only then to fully understand my fate
Might this be simply a limited preview
Scenes showing me of what is to come
Find I’m surprised to know what’s true
How wrongly I acted; I’m struck dumb
For who can ever fully know the future
Except brief prescient glimpses viewed
Just live and stop worrying life’s torture
Life’s flavor by your choices is imbued
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I do use twitter, under the same name, The Pen’s Might.
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