Fallacious Drives
Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:13 am
One must start somewhere,
So let me start here
By showing my disgust
In a disgruntled fuss.
Lack, considerable levels of it,
Is what I read into others.
A lack of thought
And depth of reasoning.
I have yet to see one ask
Why such reasoning for why is so,
And when such thoughts fade
From future lapses in ignorance.
I have yet to peer into a mind
Where black, white and gray
Are not fixations of being
Or truths worth bearing.
Logic becomes a word coined
For the sake of servitude
To blank levels of cognition.
Face value is the only one present
As values drive not the soul of progress.
And I am to stand amidst a sea of shadows
And blank stares.
But I cannot share my share of empathy
With the pathetic and empty.
This is a crime of all proportions.
So let me start here
By showing my disgust
In a disgruntled fuss.
Lack, considerable levels of it,
Is what I read into others.
A lack of thought
And depth of reasoning.
I have yet to see one ask
Why such reasoning for why is so,
And when such thoughts fade
From future lapses in ignorance.
I have yet to peer into a mind
Where black, white and gray
Are not fixations of being
Or truths worth bearing.
Logic becomes a word coined
For the sake of servitude
To blank levels of cognition.
Face value is the only one present
As values drive not the soul of progress.
And I am to stand amidst a sea of shadows
And blank stares.
But I cannot share my share of empathy
With the pathetic and empty.
This is a crime of all proportions.