Eyes wide open, yet cannot see
The beauty of uncertainty.
The mirage of truth, of destiny,
Creates prisoners of fate’s reality.

All men are born with sacred choice,
With an open heart, a resounding voice.
Heartfelt reason they soon surrender,
As they abandon their youth, so soft and tender.

Taking sides becomes life’s pursuit,
As a sturdy oak they plant their root.
And in this journey they seek to find,
Truth, self, something divine.

They batter, bruise, and torture their vessels,
With love and heartbreak they courageously wrestle.
To emerge victorious, pride intact,
They bitterly learn to face true fact.

But fact is just illusion you see,
Right and wrong, who can agree?
True and False you make believe,
In desperation, you beg and plea.

In order to make sense of life,
You resolve to judge others; compare common strife.

As you lick your wounds, like a caged dog, bitter,
Subjective thoughts and verbal weapons litter,
The ground in which reality’s based,
Is this the life you’ve chose to embrace?
Is this the mind you’ve chose to waste?

Tightly closed are clenched eyelids,
You slowly realize what life is.
Horrified at what you see,
Predictable bouts of conformity.

Wishing you could try again,
You ponder the places you’ve not been,
Ideas you’ve never entertained,
Loved one’s you’ve cast with blame.

You breathe your last breathe, not remembering your name,
In a final hope to relinquish all shame.