Not in public
For there are others there
Nor at home
For surely there are others near
Nor in solitude
Or you’ll drive yourself mad
It must not be in this world
For the body to find
It must be for our souls
When they leave this world behind.
Not in public
For there are others there
Nor at home
For surely there are others near
Nor in solitude
Or you’ll drive yourself mad
It must not be in this world
For the body to find
It must be for our souls
When they leave this world behind.
I think its in us, safety resides within us
I agree, but to an extent. I think that our safest sanctuary is within ourselves, our minds, etc. However, that doesn’t protect us from others and we live in danger for every moment that we live. I don’t think one is truly safe until they leave this world. I guess it’s sort of a catch 22.
I think we are afraid to create safe boundaries from others, I just wrote about boundaries actually, and how boundaries can kinda become walls
That’s a very good point. It’s really making me think about things.
thinking is great. 🙂
absolutely :]
Simple and something to reflect on. Neat poem
Thanks, Hazer :]