It’s in the rhythm in the word and the rhyme within the line
It’s in the silence never heard within the pauses kept in time
It’s the source of all creation and the concepts of our past
It’s our written contemplation of all things both near and vast
It is the thing we fear the most and it’s our comfort in the night
It can make the meager boast or turn the darkness into light
It carries with it joy and pain both equal in their weight
In a package seemingly so plain it appears as if by fate
It can give its owner power or in an instant take it back
It can make the valiant cower or bring on a heart attack
It’s the force that keeps us honest or it can make us tell a lie
Its influence is the strongest when we are just about to die
It is the goal of scholars to attain all which they can
In an attempt to loose the collars on their enslaved fellow man
It finds its way into the light no matter how we box it in
It carries with it so much might it stuns us deeply from within
It’s intrinsically attracted to those who seem to care the least
In the hopes they are distracted enough to finally be at peace
It beckons us to learn it so that we can persevere
In a world so plagued by ignorance, it alleviates our fear
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-05-03 06:23:27
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