An idea is unknown, without known form or presence
It just is, yet it isn't in fact
The sentences together deliver these thoughts
Within text these ideas are packed
The written are but words, yet the text is laid clear
The sentences hold meaning within
A synergy of parts to construct something new
What's outside is reliant therein
The words are but letters, an assembly of sounds
All share a system between
The order given creates an understanding of thought
Of what is and could have been
The letters are but symbols, meaningless in essence
What's important is what's universally known
Without knowledge there's naught, arbitrary babble is caught
Impossibility to see what's been shown
The symbols of ideas hold meaning to all
Yet meaningless are they in the end
The cycle of cycles, synergy big to small
All to form a message to send
No comments:
Post a Comment