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.
fauxcroft 