A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
As thoughts tie together in colored seams
wrapping themselves around objects so base
and turning them into the stuff of dreams.
The brain travels a many wrinkled path,
turning colors to noirish black ‘n white
setting shadowed angles to a bizarre math-
matical figures. This is the minds plight.
Where what it sees, feels, touches, and tastes
are as sure as a snowflake in August.
So how can we survive by rules so base
that we cannot be sure of their causes?
Faith,
in a word, is how we must survive,
faith
in our senses, faith to stay alive.
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