Tumult

Its easy to confuse
than straighten out the facts in your face.
delusion is another word for life
as it is for people who care.
The world is changed
and with it, changed have we.

Let alone yourself in a dark room one day.
the mere suffocation of it all
is but a mere fraction of what reality is.
Wasn't there a time when everything was what it was
And not something it was supposed to be?
Time closes your eyes before you know it's time to close your eyes.

Kindle in yourself a little fire.
Let it burn for a while.
But the strangeness of the fire is that you will not feel a thing at all.
Hold on they say, but to what they never do.
You're stuck where you are forever,
claiming it's not your fault.
But the fault isn't yours either, Is it?

Destiny can change a man's life
as it can ruin one's.
All is written beforehand and you are nobody to cross Her path.
Do what you will, change however you may,
what you see is never what it is.
But What you see is always What it is.

The stars conspire with the planets
On what is to become of each soul.
Its their universe we forget
where we are just passing souls.

Never will we ever find joy
because we have taught each other greed.
Our needs and wants grow each day
and we plant them again in our seeds.

Instead of taking in sights the stars offer us to see
we are busy plotting growth curves,
trying to be heroes we will never be.
Cursed upon by our own selves
Yet tried to be loved by the trees
we have failed every hope
and been brought down to our knees.

A little bit caught up in so much that’s on offer
Its hardly a question why you aren't there for each other.
Every break of dawn tells you the night is past but will come again
But yet you while away, while away till its too late to know yourselves.

Stand still for once and look back at the road
Bending and twisting, disappearing into the trees.
Stand still for once and you will see every little thing
Every detail in your world without a crease.

Happiness is but a lie in the face on the face
Another effect built by the unknowing defeated human race.
Yet it exists in a way not known to u, me, she or him.
It hides, flows, vanishes, burns and kills if need be.
Such is its power and to seek it we lust
Disintegrating religiously,
stitching back again and again
till nothing’s left but rust.

A contemplative evening sets free businesses and ships
But never the thought of picking life up from where we had lost it.
An evening with friends separates the laughter from the guilt
But never the thought that that's what life is.