Oh,
to know the sky.
To be this,
omniscient entity.
This being,
which truly knows everything.
One wonders,
shall such come to be.
Shall one be a being,
able to know,
this "sky"?
Could one know,
tomorrow?
Know,
now?
In truth,
how could one deem,
anyone's sound profound?
As,
that which exist tethered to meaning?
For,
yesterday,
today,
tomorrow,
alters what one deems as,
real.
For,
within such one finds,
past,
present,
future.
Within such,
one becomes subconsciously tethered,
to that of,
external realities.
For,
in truth,
such is absent.
Absent the simplicity of existence.
Absent the ability to truly be deemed,
real.
Oh,
these minds.
These minds,
that know the sky.
That know today,
tomorrow.
Oh,
these minds,
shall forever exist as chained,
whilst free.
Enslaved,
by their simplicity.
Forever,
absent the ability to be.
For,
these minds,
shall forever believe,
such,
has the ability,
to know,
the sky...
©yungb123
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