Debilitating ways, our nature
In the mud of the world we trap ourselves
Absorbed in societal patterns
Childlike faith being shelved

An array of material beauty
A fleeting moment to bear
But soon it all vanishes
Like its worth, into thin air

Breathlessness. Grasping.
Regular rhythm an outstretch away
Yet within raptured moments,
Fickle pleasures, fade the grey.

Like a light switch not turned on
Not seeing what’s at stake
Barely realizing, the fading of the day
A drive to somehow partake

To be alive, to feel
The instant magical happiness race
Do we realize what that means?
Or is it life’s enforced face?

Mostly we need to wake up
Recognize the obvious hollow
Surely to be filled by that
and Who we decide to follow

Its simple yet complex
The very nature of our being
The paradox of life though
Is in the believing, not the seeing.