It's more like a Carlos Castaneda view
Unlearning what has been done to you
Taught to drive your self around
Look what has come to ground
Do you think when a bell is rung
Just like Pavlov's dog the day has begun
What makes your mouth water
Is it proper fodder
The things you were taught to have or have not
Have you ever given a thought
Plugged in hooked up and wired
Endlessly running until you grow tired
Where do you come from to play this game
Never pausing to reflect its a shame
Never stopping to listen
To the sound of falling rain
Never pausing to glisten
Just caught up with the vain
Break it down and crumble it up
Stitch it back together
From out of your cup
Look at what you've wrought
Then determine whether
It might be worth naught
Now see what has become of you
Behold you've been forged anew

Almost an exact year between me and my younger sibling
Just three days less a trifling thing
I wasn't expecting a call from my mother
It was bad news about my younger other
She wanted to video chat with grief on her face and in her voice
And to the point I learned about my sisters choice
It seems she'd decided to end her life
A desperate solution to end her strife
Financial burdens and looming poverty
Was something she couldn't bear again to see
She used to be so strong and determined
How had she come to be so burdened
I can see now she was always running
Away from things her mind drumming
We'd drifted apart and weren't close
Now we won't get the chance to diagnose
No opportunity to bury the hatchet
To start again on a new facet
I've thought of that choice time and again
It's really come home how tragic an end
She couldn't let anyone in really
Too proud and stubborn but loved dearly
I guess I'll have to get used to this
The temporary sorrow and permanent abyss

Back and forth for an eternity
Swinging from matriarch to paternity
First the left and then the right
Each one in turn exerting their might
It seems that when the shoe is on the other foot
The other can't wait on where it should be put
Black and white east and west
When will we all just give it a rest
A universe of polarity
Swinging back and forth in duality
But it seems to me there is a third way
A middle path that few seldom play
A path of harmony and balance
That fosters the least grievance
A third point of view of neutrality
That is bound to come about naturally
Three forces at play in a tiny atom
Show you what it is to fathom
It seems there's always an outside force
Not letting nature take it's course
Forcing the pendulum to swing
Never heeding what this will bring
Every clock makers pendulum
Needs constant winding to avoid a doldrum
Eventually all pendulums will come to rest
I hope this poem is not just a jest

Are we all actors just acting
Simply playing a part and reacting
Caught up in our minds mire
Not really doing what our souls desire
Playing a part in a worthless game
Living our lives without any aim
Moving around believing our ego
Not really concerned with where we go
This game we all think we have to play
Just seems to be leading us further astray
Plying the system to get ahead
Amassing our possessions before we're dead
Is there really no better way
But to follow along and not go astray
Simply accepting the world's saran wrapped package
Is that all we can really manage
Who is it that dictates this game of life
That seems so full of toil and meaningless strife
Plenty of distraction and pointless baubles
All kinds of gadgets to ease your troubles
Have we over complicated things
Could a simpler life more joy bring
It seems our way of life is designed to hamper
To stifle our souls and otherwise damper
Many of us feel alone and disconnected
Why is the world so disaffected
This is my world point of view
Maybe some of you feel this way too

Living the life of a burdened soul
Born free of a condemned hole
Saw that fate in a window pane
Cast across my very own vein
The shadow that haunts me still
Forever daunts me at will
The things I've learned
Shouldn't be taught or earned
Not as a child
So young and wild
Forever burdened
With a ponderous load
Plodding farther
A winding road
Cresting the hill
By force of will
My fathers child
I might be still
Through many a year
I have fought
To achieve what
I know naught
I carry along
And sing my song
My journey still
Carries on