But who can see the lies
Or the past
Or the sadness
What reason to be
If it all becomes
Madness
We’ve had this
Condition
To impulse repress
To reject
What no logic
Could ever express
And we deem ourselves
Dignified,
Justified,
Civilized,
Chosen
Audacious,
Complacent
Cesspool
We arose in
Just goes to show
There is no meaning
To us
No financial solution
Equates more than dust
No good deed
Goes unpunished
Just unrecognized
Nor esteemed institution
Can subjugate time
No decision
Brainchild
Conceiving
The mind
Nor command of my heart
Unto practical reins
Given over to lay with
Emotionless chains
Unexplained
Still remains
And unanswered
Abounds
And I still reclaim
All of
Philosophy’s
Crowns