2007-05-24
Knowledge is a Weapon
Trust; what do you think about it?
Well as I write this, I was trying to figure out what to write about. Then while I was looking through myspace, I saw a survey that asked me "do you trust your friends?"
Good question. Do you trust your friends? If so, why? If not, why not? Well I must admit that I don't, really. You see, knowledge is power. Weapons are for power. Therefore if a=c and b=c, then a=b. Knowledge is a weapon. I don't know about you, but if I had a gun, I wouldn't start giving them away to people. I don't just hand out my knowledge to people because one day I could get shot, whether on purpose or by accident. I could teach them how to use it, and when to use it, but they could just straight disobey me.
Friends, I love you all dearly and I am opening up to you. But I'm used to being the one who has all the guns, all the good cards. I have shared some sensitive information to people for the first time in my life since I have developed my life formula for immunity to everything, and it has felt great. I have always had a heart, but I was the one who managed it perfectly for others to follow. Now, follow in that we will venture so that we may gain; love and lose so you can never complain about not loving at all. And remember, God will always wipe the tears from your eyes when things fail, but at least you tried, and you succeeded simply for that reason.
On a river of sighs
A boat came towards me
A flimsy disguise
Covered the devil
Who sang from a songsheet
Of how modern life’s a bore
In his choirboys’ attire
He sang me the life to which
Good girls aspire
Where men in white coats
Give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors
And pills for when the horses have bolted out the door
It’s hard to explain
I don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I’m running out of trails
Worn paths don’t lead to where I need to get to every time
She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways
Now the house is on fire
The rats are all screaming
Lyrics
The horses are tired
They think they’re still dreaming
‘Cause the barn doors are open
The crossbar is hanging in the wind
So the devils sings higher
“Oh just look at what you’re doing!”
Yeah, he’s joined by a choir
Of doctors and statesmen Who plan their sorry lives
To the last day's end
But look at all the happy things that happen by accident.
It’s hard to explain
I don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I’m running out of trails
Worn paths don’t lead to where I need to get to every time
She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
She moves in secret
Days gone by I thought I had it all
Filed in little boxes.
Now I find I never had control
I just took little chances and won
Now the devil’s downstream
He’s singing to someone
My horses are free.
They answer to no-one
Unbridled, untethered
They roam on the unmarked land
In my house there’s a calm
A peace has descended
No need for alarm
It’s as she intended
I’m through with trying to fight the things I don’t understand
Accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan
It’s hard to explain
I don’t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I’m running out of trails
Worn paths don’t lead to where I need to get to every time
She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways
digimonsterz at 7:53 p.m.