“What makes you think you’re better than us?
Because good enough is not good enough
You seethe upon seeing a tall poppy
Jealousy the scythe with which you greet me
Silly, simple minds oh how I tried to
Understand your ways so like a noose
That strangles the air from clearest thought
For something more than this I’ve always sought
I’m not of you nor do I come from you
Moon-son; though phoenix womb I came through
Thank you my gratitude is surely true
But I must go no now for whim beckons me
To sail the sea of my destiny
You say I’m self-righteous? For what reason?
Using reason in lieu of allegiance
To dogma and unexamined beliefs?
Your fallacies are nothing more than thieves
Stealing the methods of discerning Truth
Thus the reason you’d rather let lies soothe
So go dream your little blue pill dreams
Suckle at the bosom of decayed memes
Your moral malaise is a poisoned haze
Dismayed am I by your glazed-over gaze
Blindly seeing what it wants to see
Finding safety in hardened certainty
Decay in the cave, persist in the grave
So dies the mind you’ve neglected to save
We are all but leaves on the tree of life
Destined to spiral down, down to soil
Where we begin again; we are midwives
To Being. Down, down this mortal coil
We slide into oblivion. Again
In the abiding place life awaits,
Or is this the arrogance of most men?
Assuming that life has a beginning, late
Am I in seeing this fallacy
Folly follows forth from our delusions
Confusion arises from fantasy
For isn’t the Self itself dilution
Of Truth? See, perspective marrs perception
A nearsightedness of the mind does blind
Mankind from his own kind (and Self) in real-time
My death will come, yes
But I do not fear it, no
Does dawn fear the dusk?
Does the phoenix fear the flame?