Containment
As it is within it is without
Another vista beholden, seldom seen
Music in my ears, the comprehension continues to evade my senses
A beauty so large, a truth so mighty
The fevered pitch of thoughts to contain
Task it does seem ill equipped to handle am I
Thoughts not knowing origin
Thoughts my limited vision can ill define
The energy restless it does make me
An outlet, a drive, a collapsing within
Claustrophobia inside, free on the out
A dichotomy does exist in everything
Perfection is perhaps then just that, either an illusion or a perfect cohesion
Strive then, for what are we, where is that finish line?
Another vista beholden, seldom seen
Music in my ears, the comprehension continues to evade my senses
A beauty so large, a truth so mighty
The fevered pitch of thoughts to contain
Task it does seem ill equipped to handle am I
Thoughts not knowing origin
Thoughts my limited vision can ill define
The energy restless it does make me
An outlet, a drive, a collapsing within
Claustrophobia inside, free on the out
A dichotomy does exist in everything
Perfection is perhaps then just that, either an illusion or a perfect cohesion
Strive then, for what are we, where is that finish line?
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