On the line between truth and delusion I stand
With a mission to find that which nobody can:
What is right, what is wrong, what is good, what is bad,
What is virtue or honor; and whether I'm mad.
On the line between truth and delusion I walk
Every step is a risk; if I err, I may fall.
But to flee from the edge? I would leave myself blind:
There is nothing so crucial as the truths I must find.
On the line between truth and delusion I sway
As the winds of confusion don't drive me astray
But they try; I am strong, I don't shift in my place,
But they try; my eyes tear as they savage my face.
On the line between truth and delusion I crawl
What I know I don't know; I know nothing at all.
What is bad, what is good, what is wrong, what is right...
I still search for the answer; for truth I still fight.
This is one of the poems which were inspired by that Forms of Verse exercise.
With a mission to find that which nobody can:
What is right, what is wrong, what is good, what is bad,
What is virtue or honor; and whether I'm mad.
On the line between truth and delusion I walk
Every step is a risk; if I err, I may fall.
But to flee from the edge? I would leave myself blind:
There is nothing so crucial as the truths I must find.
On the line between truth and delusion I sway
As the winds of confusion don't drive me astray
But they try; I am strong, I don't shift in my place,
But they try; my eyes tear as they savage my face.
On the line between truth and delusion I crawl
What I know I don't know; I know nothing at all.
What is bad, what is good, what is wrong, what is right...
I still search for the answer; for truth I still fight.
This is one of the poems which were inspired by that Forms of Verse exercise.
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