Poezja

We dare, travel into the darkness of despair?
Continue to try when our limbs grow bare.
This world we see is far from fair.
While they fell around me, it watched and stared.
Cruel. One of many words to describe it.
Reality seems like nothing but a mere myth aside it.
Bliss can never be achieved in this life
With all of the pain, disdain, and strife.
Fear is but one thing it fuels.
Those who honor and cherish it are mere fools.
Its rival is seen as just a simple dream
Because its presence has never been seen.
But…
We have never thought, “Perhaps I am asleep.
A slumber in which I was brought so deep.”
Meaningless is our achievements, our goals;
The work that we endure, the everlasting toll.
Our minds. Easily misguided.
But we had no defense. No ways to fight it.
Once free beings. No cares, simple thoughts.
Greed and prosperity we now have sought.
We try to depart with riches from this earth.
When all of our essences have the same worth.
Why experience it again? It has no right.
Why must we endure the pressures of a second life?