What is the truth of reality?
To me it's all just a mystery
Unfathomable by the human mind.
Bliss or something of that kind.

What is it with earth and humanity?
We use her and treat her with cruelty.
Is it her motherly love that keeps her so kind
or her contract with God that she has signed?

To us, life is war
A ceaseless struggle - It's all too sore.
Or is it just through ignorance
that we handle everything with violence?

We've breached the contract through which we were born
And yet we still wonder why we are so torn

A p a r t

Like earth's aching heart.
But she remains strong and true
throughout the pain and everything we do

What is the truth of reality?
To me it's all just a mystery.
I thought I'd find the answer through poetry
But all it has brought is melancholy