by Tiernan Barbosa, Student Contributor
Interest that appears is entertained then grows-
For only reasons god knows.
Without the light
Without the spark
We believe we are left
And conclude we’re not smart
We can understand
Can see some threads
But is the peak of truth is far overhead?
Or do we have to simply look within
And humble our exalted selves
To a point of spiritual suicide
Where truth lies at the bottom
At each dark and good crevice of our hearts
To know we are the interest of the mind.
