The Sin of A Sage

The whims of scattered hope
Rise up in our soul
But how dull is their message
How can that solace ever be presented?

When each of us born a lone soul
Could never take a hold
Of the paths untold
Or the fury unbeknownst

Don’t you see?
The delicacies of fantasy
Are all but a dream
A stark contrast to reality

So this foul taste that plagues our hunger
Should we leave it and become encumbered
By our own incompetence
By our own fateful promise

To stay alive?
To be fine
That everything is alright
You don’t need to try

BUT WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
WHAT DO YOU SEE WITHIN MY SOUL
THE POINTLESS ABODE
WHERE NOTHING CAN BE SHOWN

I doubt your vigor
I relish in my somber
Because even if I’m just a number
I tried to be better

But you just blamed the rotten lot
It was the mud in your cards was it?
It was the lies in your heart was it?
What more excuses will become of this?

Do you stand here a slave?
Or a noble lord with a noble gain?
Doth that position no longer matter?
Have your hopes really shattered?

Why can’t you stand up?
Are you paralyzed by distrust?
Or the messages you receive from above?
Has that pressure really been too much?

Then what will you do with your life?
Sit there and cry
Like a lying knave
Born to only crave selfishness even up to your grave?

What pride do you obtain
From such a pitiful stain
On humanity’s name
On your family’s fame

You can’t give up
You have to stand up
We might not know you
But we can easily decipher truth
From your selfish rebukes

But then we  ourselves cannot admit
Our own sentence breathes sin
We know it’s grin
And we writhe within

The educationary whim