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[title] => Shutting Out Reality
[time] => 2004-11-12 23:00:23
[hometext] => 'There is but one truly philosophical problem, and that is suicide. You can ponder this or analyze that, but will it convince you that life is worth living?' - From 'THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS' - By Albert Camus.
[bodytext] => I used to care I used to have concern But nothing can fill the void This life means nothing I have tried distracting myself I have tried to divert My ever searching and questioning mind But it never works Now there is only one thing left to do I must stop my consciousness I must stop my thoughts I must stop my hope I must stop my desire I must stop feeding my mind with false dreams I will become the living dead Shutting out reality Safe from Cognition For Not even complete understanding Could make this life worth living We Distract ourselves with Politics We Distract ourselves with Emotions We Distract ourselves with Science We Distract ourselves with Religion We Distract ourselves with Earthly pleasures Anything to get our mind off The one true constant In all reality, seen and unseen Nothing can give this life meaning You have all bought into the distractions of life From birth, becoming second nature, Unable to see past the lies. All these things to do and see All these things To learn and discover But for what? Knowing will not bring comfort Knowing will not bring enlightenment Knowing will not bring finality Knowing will not bring consolation Knowing will not end suffering Knowing will not end loneliness Knowing will not replace the unattainable We Distract ourselves with Politics We Distract ourselves with Emotions We Distract ourselves with Science We Distract ourselves with Religion We Distract ourselves with Earthly pleasures Life is just insignificant details Not even knowing everything Could make this life worth living I need what does not exist And what that is I do not know What lies beyond death Might have what I seek But I cannot prompt my hand to take my own life Instead I must wait Time is torture As I count down the seconds until the end Do not try to offer me your solutions For they are only distractions And distractions do not work on me You can keep your politics You can keep your emotions You can keep your religions You can keep your earthly pleasures They do not work on me I will become the living dead Shutting out reality Safe from Cognition I need what does not exist And what that is I do not know [comments] => 5 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Onslaught [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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