hawking

by Ranbow Colour   Mar 15, 2018


The King is dead long live the King.
Until the next thing proved by another man. Or woman.
Ideas are strongest when all around believe.
Although the rot has all ready started.
There's only one idea taken by the best, all others dismissed by there own intelligence.
Speak now, and never herd.
Drawn only to the black hole created by what we are told.
Believe.
Then only it comes true.
Disprove the only then that's what keeps us living.
Death's answer is the door to our ancestors.
But what am i to a long line of id
Rid yourselves of what you have been told.
Only then you can see...Don't be "afraid" things stop and start and wobble in between
On and Off only made by you and me.
There is no whole, there is no beginning only thoughts sparking all decision of ours.
But why not? But why?
Wrong answers deny the questions that should be answered.
Everything Happens.
There are no answers. :)

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  • 6 years ago

    by Hope

    Cool poem...

  • 6 years ago

    by Hope

    Cool poem...

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