The persistence of myth

The stories of generations float through space, living on in the minds, hearts and discs of untold millions. If the world were devoid of the human race, its myths would live on still, lying dormant, until an intrepid adventurer stumbles on a memory bank - and the stories would burst forth like a raging flood, bringing the race to life once again.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Freedom

We are all free
Within these walls
That we build
Higher and higher
Until
In the distance
We see a speck of light
And think it is
A star

1 comment:

Medha said...

Pithy.. freedom does gain meaning and expanse- that speck of light!