Life

Life... Sometimes we underestimate its blows And fall harder than we ever want to believe Our corporal form gets back up But ethereally we never do The naivety of youth pervades our ways Misleading us into a false truth The belief that we are somehow ‘good' In a world that's shown us otherwise It boils us... Like the simmering frog within the pot Unaware it is slowly and cruelly burning to death Painlessly... Blissfully... Numb nonetheless... Shaping our morality against the grain Soon we believe there is no answer No reason or escape from the inescapable abyss Fate ceases becoming a choice But an inevitability... That doom is the four walls we call this room Life... So we kill ourselves...quicker than the steaming pot Yet slower than ever before The vices of life become our saving device But only as the grasping tendril of illusion The magician waves his wicked wand But no miracle is performed Only a trick... An illusion... A delusion... To distract us from what we dare not confront Reality... We bend, we twist, we break the rules With futility nonetheless... We become the warlock To cast forbidden spells Immortality... Endless-youth... Prosperity... Yet in its search we forget ourselves We betray all that once held meaning We isolate from sanity and reason itself For we are now conscious That illusion is our only reality And what was real Is in fact that greatest illusion You never realised