Laughing is heard.
Laughing is heard nearby, near you.
Close to you, actually.
But as you zone out and listen to the silence of this "poem",
The laughter soon gets farther away
It tries to distance itself from you.
However, the more you ignore it, the more you pay attention
To this writing.
And listen wisely...
The peaceful wind in this gentle poem is gaining speed,
Sending signals of sentiment, cherry blossoms, and
Some sort of pain
That actually feels soothing on the inside,
But you can't see it
Trying to open it, the pain spreads like butter.
And spreading it,
The wind you have now expanded is evolving, picking up
Notes. Sounds that seem nice...
Something you've used to block out reality.
And the source is that
"Pain", meant to soothe...
But, to find it,
As odd as it sounds, you must lose something to gain what you truly love most.
What is what you must lose?
What is what you must gain?
Knowing this, even at a mature stage in your life...
Everyone is far behind truth
You are far behind truth.
I am just as far behind as well,
But there you are, laughing, trying to find it
As you get farther away,
You've lost your progress
Not because you have emotions.
But had attempted to find truth by a foul action.
The foul action? Now you must look for that.
Now you wonder
"Just who really knows themselves?"
Now you can answer that,
And start over again.
----Lily