Dikt: Burdens (färdig)On November 18, 2014 by Usama old
The burdens of a mind unshy.
Oh, no recluse ever found that ivory tower.
And many there were rattling their books as they tried.
Unduly in the hunt and the pry.
That profligate stream of consciousness.
Leaving the curious with but ever more to cry.
About the content
Modern societies are a noisy mess composed of the intersections between a plurality of needs, instincts, desires and hopes. Within this shared space people of all varieties seek ways of settling their differing outlooks – the outcomes are often to the benefit of some and the detriment of others. The texts on this blog are my personal effort of trying to make sense of the friction within human society.