Poem: Paradox

Lost, we are, in our own little heads

With our aims and hopes falling high;

Just as one bright dream slowly fades,

Another, we gain, only to lose again with a sigh;

Out, we seek, in this artificial land of reality

– A paradoxical ‘wonder-less’ wonderland –  

In search of self-discovery and clarity;

However, we fail, and we sail in sand.

Fear, we do, of life and death and all else unknown;

For life answers questions of which we are unaware

And death questions all the answers we had known.

Nonetheless, we die and live a lie, accepting the dare.

Seek, we must, within our limitless soul

For a truth that underlies all those lies

which fill the emptiness and make us feel whole;

Yet, we will yearn to unlearn, as we wish to be wise.

And seek, we must, within our limitless soul

To escape from this paradoxical wonderland;

A world built at the back of our mind’s black-hole,

One that we don’t still, and never will understand.