Dare We Say?
Dare we say that we are all dreamers of a common dream?
To do nothing but reach a perfection that is all but reachable?
Dare we say that we condemn the tainted while we are just as tainted?
To take into our graves a false purity that veils our guilt from the world?
Must we admit that to reach any kind of forever, we've given up the most immortal virtue?
The one, the only, the very virtue bestowed upon us that defines humanity at its best?
Must we admit that truly, ever so truly, lovers do not love and enemies do not hate?
For such emotions are chemicals, illusions, if you must, created by the tricky workings of our minds?
Shall I speak, for myself, that sometimes fear is sometimes our greatest strength?
That without fear, humans will not know to love what they are to lose, but to take for granted what they are to gain?
Shall I speak, for myself, that sometimes we find ourselves in the midst of disorder looking for that guiding hand, but always too stubborn to reach for it?
Because what if, what if it forsakes us? What if, what if it forsakes the life we put in its hand, the shattered and mended trust that takes off delicately from its hiding place for just one more try?
To do nothing but reach a perfection that is all but reachable?
Dare we say that we condemn the tainted while we are just as tainted?
To take into our graves a false purity that veils our guilt from the world?
Must we admit that to reach any kind of forever, we've given up the most immortal virtue?
The one, the only, the very virtue bestowed upon us that defines humanity at its best?
Must we admit that truly, ever so truly, lovers do not love and enemies do not hate?
For such emotions are chemicals, illusions, if you must, created by the tricky workings of our minds?
Shall I speak, for myself, that sometimes fear is sometimes our greatest strength?
That without fear, humans will not know to love what they are to lose, but to take for granted what they are to gain?
Shall I speak, for myself, that sometimes we find ourselves in the midst of disorder looking for that guiding hand, but always too stubborn to reach for it?
Because what if, what if it forsakes us? What if, what if it forsakes the life we put in its hand, the shattered and mended trust that takes off delicately from its hiding place for just one more try?