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Looking Outside

Member since 2004 · Posted 29 Feb 2004 · Edited 1 Mar 2004 · 3 comments

I am on the inside Looking at the outside Hoping to feel the warmth of the sun But those happy days are done. I can see them playing I can see them laying Themselves out on the grass in the park Little children chasing a single lark, Laughing, crying at a small cut Quickly recovering, they feel the joy but I am on the inside Looking at the outside.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 2-Mar-04/4:41 AM Reply
"The contemplation of Beauty sometimes induces ecstasy, and ecstasy is the happiest state, a humming perfection of the whole person. The greatest art critic of the earlier twentieth century, Bernard Berenson, writes in his Sketch for a Selfportrait that at the age of five or six he experienced an ecstasy when out of doors."

- from 'An Atheist's Values' by Richard Robinson, Fellow of Oriel College, Oxford
[7] richa 2-Mar-04/5:27 AM Reply
You are on the inside looking out, you see children playing, chasing a lark, cutting themselves, getting over it.

OK anything else?
[10] meektiger15 2-Mar-04/6:30 AM Reply
That would be a good song..O.o