Better Harsh Truths Than Kind Lies

In the sea of passion, reason is but a raft,

For desire is a blight festooning the mind, 

A blinding light, driven by moxie,

With a spirit like Poseidon, turning the tide,

Logic and common sense, take a vacation on the night of ire,

Baser instincts take over, in a flood of delusion,

Surrendering the soul into a wild, uncontrollable pyre,

As shadows take over, darkness flooding the vision,

"We are the change" they chant, into the blissful abyss,

Blinders surrounding the iris, rendering morality remiss,

The heathens walk through the flames, demanding a price,

"Follow your instincts" they recite, a hopeless advice.

Grasping the reality as you plunge into the rabbit hole,

Seems futile and irrelevant to the ignorant soul,

Gratuitous violence inside the minds of the lost,

Engulfing the hearts, a truly terrible cost.

For no man can survive, without a soul and a heart,

No man can live, being less than himself, only a part,

Submitting his conscience, inviting the dark,

Leaving behind his values, wrecking the harp.

Men have come and fallen under their own worth,

Succumbing to a life so meaningful and so dearth,

Lying to the world, hoping to believe it themselves,

That maybe somehow being selfless is much much worse.

The commandments of morality are only as deep,

As the mind wants them to be, but the slope is too steep,

For it to reach to the top of the pyramid as Maslow preached,

But the choice is far more meaningful than blissful sleep.

Better harsh truths than kind lies, that is my mantra,

I welcome the pain of reality over the comfort of ignorance,

For no man can truly ever in his right mind comprehend,

The power of conscience, in all its glory and benevolence.