Conviction force cause other

 

Opinions shadow the path

 The facts lie flat, the path so plain and pure,

But feelings flare, a shadow's lure.

What eye perceives, the heart then skews,

And coldly molds, or boldly hues.

A whisper's weight, a worried mind,

Makes light seem late, a truth behind.

So gloom descends where joy could beam,

Opinion's bloom is a waking dream.

Art now grasp opinion

 

Compassion unborn danger them

 

Reason is afire it

 

Forging Forms

 When the form's forlorn,

And the norm's outworn,

Imagination ignites,

Dispelling all plights.

No matter its mass,

No chatter can pass.

From void it does veer,

With joy it holds dear.

A truth unforeseen,

A youth ever green.

The idea's ascent,

By deity's rent.

A thought is set free,

As naught else can be.

Return internal limits deep