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A rhapsody in illusory

Mankind’s own tomfoolery,

Convinces itself what is real

Conditions itself how to feel,

Doesn’t recognise the signs

Of delusions of the mind,

It loses itself in the self importance

That some way it will one day find,

All the answers to what we call life

But those answers will just be lies,

It’s not life we need to understand

But ourselves and how to command,

All we want and wish to know

Not just sheep born to follow,

Do you wish to be the carrion or the crow,

Are the rampant river or the gentle flow,

Are you passively watching life unfold,

Until you realise yours had passed you by

And you’ve no where else to go,

Except into the ground that’s hard and cold

You missed out on things for not being bold,

Instead you sacrifice going for gold

And settled for simply being told,

What to do, think and say each and every mundane day,

I find it hard to believe that’s what you craved,

But you chose obedience as your way

From the cradle into that cold and shallow grave.