The
cloistered and secret rituals,
Have
not held a flame to me.
The
ruse of my intellectual mind,
Has
given me only confusion to see.
A
day arrives and is made complete,
I
fill my hours with a mixture sweet.
Of
all the lies I have to tell,
Giving
only disaster at the closing bell.
Learning
lessons time after time,
Deludes
my sense of what is right.
I've
no idea what's right or wrong,
In
the sunlight I walk as in the night.
When
once I'd believed I'd completed,
I
then instantly realised I'd been defeated.
To
have sensed my day of arrival,
Left
me still fighting for simple survival.
I
practiced the art of patience,
To
see the raw beauty of life.
But
in the strange mechanics,
I
knew the sharp end of the knife.
So
what good has it all been,
That
I should believe in all things unseen ?
When
my knowledge be left to debates,
And
my spirit convicts and berates.
The
wisdom coming from life,
Be
nothing more than empty air.
A
held belief goes up in smoke,
And
my emotions failing me everywhere.
One
day I have known to love,
The
next won't fit me like a glove.
The
foundations I'd set myself upon,
Have
washed away, where the surf has gone.
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