Zen
to Zen
Ooh
I echo, along the insides of my head
Watch
as I drip through the cataclysm’s spread
Who
have I come to know as me?
a
second-rate nominee, only meant to sightsee?
blind
coincidence teeters at my helm
seems
to reason why I overwhelm
I’m
not evil nor just, not pious or lust
not
a lover or a fighter,
lost
of all law, I become much lighter
Lit.
like
a good bonfire, I burn
like
sewers waster, I churn
Are
we not fiction of our own design, you and I?
Are
our packaged personalities not as transparent as sky?
They
say when become you zen becomes zen
And
would not the pale and dull become brighter men?
Well
in the midst of this knowledge we still feel dull
With
no feeling of serenity’s secret passing lull
Devoted
a life to freedom and jaunt
Left
with empty desire and want
Nature
or nurture how are we played?
Inciting
us to this countenance charade
ultimately
learning we are passive and weak
even
at our highest terrestrial peaks
changing
our beliefs day by day,
wondering
if from ourselves we can stray.
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