~Bakery~

Random Writing bits~~~~

Once we are through

We’ll know all that is curious

We no longer search

There’s no point in searching

 

How do we start to realize

The reasoning of many

It’s all but opinions

Opinions that tend to collide

Ending in pain, in humor, in anger, in joy;

 

Come to the bakery where we wait for you

Come taste our recipes

Our precious secrets we hold dear

Rest your mind

Rest your eyes

 

Drift off into the comfort of nothing

We will lead you

Reviews

[Writer #00]

"It's all but opinions"

Did you mean this by: 1) everything existing is an opinion or 2) only opinions are here, though the "objective" does exist?

A very thought-provoking poem. Thank you for sharing it with the world (it needs it).