Freedom is insight,
And insight is bliss.

To feel is to know,
And the feeling is endless.

Un-conforming, conformists:
Becoming the same to be different…
Or to be different and yet act the same.

Is knowing all a purpose?
Or a enticement to live?

We can never know all,
For if we know all how will we know it?

Discovery is finding something we havn’t yet abused.

Is a written line a display of thought,
Or the censored version of feelings we’ve wrought?