The Simple truth (Inspired by Jose Ortega y Gasset)
Knowledge keeps us company in this long and drawn out drama
Who could regard existence but with tremors from the trauma?
Inside there is soft emptiness, slow note by note vibrations
Grasped firmly by sweet stimuli, distractions through sensations
And every soul and aching heart lives soundly in illusions
In balanced vessels on the shores, at rest with no intrusions
Light breezes circle in and out, provoking new direction
Waters stir by unannounced soon filter through detection
Like soldiers we march proudly on so faithful in our training
It’s all the same in narrow view; when shining or when raining
Until the tender kiss of death, time keeps on not to wallow
We’re told we should feel potency, yet all we feel is hollow
Nothing surged like nothingness, a paradox so bitter
And what was gold was overlooked in foresight did not glitter
We wonder next if fate’s so bleak; how can it be idealized?
What is betrayal if not a covered lie too late when realized?
While Inquiry quakes ignorance we struggle with engagement
Muscles doubt the memory of our previous arrangement
Enamel wears tenaciously and the paint begins to chip
Yet the violinist still plays on aboard the sinking ship
In tragic ruthless glance is our search for which to cling
The longer we halt destiny the more severe the sting
A question of salvation now devoid a programmed path
Master of the rising tide or victim to its wrath
Heroic is this voyage, in innocence set sail
Those trampled by awareness hale from fallacies too frail
The knowledge we call refuge is unique to each his own
But the hunt is what sustains us in the moments left alone