It is difficult to search, when one is blind.
Nay, not blind in the actual sense
Rather blind in the emotional sense.
A futile search, one can say,
And yet a search it is.
Can’t be stopped or paused.
It just goes on and on.
An inner search, A curious venture,
A misfortune or not I cannot say
This search for that elusive thought.
That feeling which one yearns for
And yet just as one nears it,
Just as its caught hold of,
Its gone, slipped through the fingers
Lost in time forever, that elusive feeling.
It’s a long way up to reach the great peak.
Appearances are deceptive.
That which appears distant,
May just be around the next bend.
That which one feels is near may never be achieved.
And yet its not this feeling
which makes the journey a difficult one.
It is the people around which makes it so.
A wrong impression, say some.
And some will be in agreement I dare say.
Yet it may not be the people in reality.
Or is it?
Are the others an Illusion? Are they really there?
Or is it one big illusion which the mind alludes to
A gigantic haze, hiding the real reason within.
It is all in the mind, I say.
This journey and all the hardship which it encompases.
If one feels it is hard, it will be.
If one fears the people around, they will be the demons of the dreams.
Yet if one believes its all in the hand then its there…
A small stone in the palm.
“Animals – They have no delusions of power. If they kill, they do so in self-defense, protection of their young, or to eat and survive. War, treachery, deception, power…what are these to the non-human animal? And yet we call them dumb creatures.”
—- The Last Spy – fanfiction by sylphides