Mnemosyne33
07-30-2014, 07:30 AM
In a forgotten island, dead with cold,
Where living souls could never dare to look,
A lonely maker of ideas, pulled
From a chaotic world where love had ruled,
Now walks defiant roads that no one took.
But slowly a deep anguish he could sense,
When struck by memories of where he'd been,
Of loveless thoughts scattered by him in vain,
Of the attack of words that caused deep pain,
As it confused the fragile hearts he'd seen.
Where was the lover of ideas now?
And where were those he never understood?
The ones that felt life like he never sought,
While he could see the world all in a thought
And worship silence everywhere he stood.
Now all was gone away and all was new,
With not a chain of love left to untie.
As all of anguish and of past he'd known
Has burned and he's now left to think alone
Where new ideas soon grow old and die.
Where living souls could never dare to look,
A lonely maker of ideas, pulled
From a chaotic world where love had ruled,
Now walks defiant roads that no one took.
But slowly a deep anguish he could sense,
When struck by memories of where he'd been,
Of loveless thoughts scattered by him in vain,
Of the attack of words that caused deep pain,
As it confused the fragile hearts he'd seen.
Where was the lover of ideas now?
And where were those he never understood?
The ones that felt life like he never sought,
While he could see the world all in a thought
And worship silence everywhere he stood.
Now all was gone away and all was new,
With not a chain of love left to untie.
As all of anguish and of past he'd known
Has burned and he's now left to think alone
Where new ideas soon grow old and die.