Rycard's Den

Let's assume all life is boring.
That excitement is just out of reach.
That joy is a mythical creature,
and happiness a wall that is breached.
That sadness is a thing of the future,
and pleasure a memory of the past.
That depression is a constant in the present,
and fortune's an unknown contrast.
But assumptions are made by the foolish.
Always theysuppose too much.
Wisdom is found in silence,
and in wisdom all life is touched.


I don't know why I wrote. I remember writing it, just not why or when. Maybe I was having an off day?