My brain has no heart and my heart has no brain and that why when I speak from my heart, people think I'm insane. But what's the difference.
What's the difference between insane and sane, what's the difference between comfort and pain. What's the difference between day and night, what's the difference between darkness and light. What's the difference between joy and tear, what's the difference between courage and fear. What's the difference between noise and silence, what's the difference between peace and violence. What's the difference between slavery and salvation. Cos although "you've been saved" and you've been slaved are different, they sound similar. Like being given something to drink only to realise it's vinegar. Sucks right? But that's the world we live in now. People die and we don't know how. So what's the difference between husband and wife, and what's the difference between death and life.
The difference is only a line. Yes! A line. A line that can be erased to bring all things together. Every time that line is erased, there's so much madness. That's how come someone's sanity is someone's madness. What annoys someone so much is someone's source of gladness. That's how come someone's comfort is someone's pain, and someone's loss is another's gain. That's how come someone's day is another's night, and some person's darkness is another's light. One's joy is another's tear and one's courage is another's fear. I can on and on but, don't get me wrong, this world is messed up.
So what is the eraser that clears the line? I'm not sure of my answer so I better shut up. But I know one thing for sure. That the line's been erased.
Cos I can't tell the difference.
Just my point of view though. What's yours?
Don't ask me, Ask_jnr_
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Poetic Injustice
PoetryAs alphabets become words, words become sentences, sentences become poetic stories and these stories become life. This is Poetic Injustice.
