Blind and indignant

You won't see that

Your own statements

Are contradicting

Your very existence

Take a hint

What is perceived

Is subjective reality

The path that is chosen

Be it yours, lay wasted away

By denials and chores

Determined to prove

That confusion is vice

In an endless abyss

Of limitless sacrifice

Numbers don’t lie

And neither do I

Thus spoke the ancients

In patterns and dye

Collective unconscious

Much less a dream

To understand life

Is to attain ability

What once was certain

Now is lost to the hands

Of the victims of the albatross

Insight and knowledge, easily skewed

Became the misconception

That guides your view

Towards life

Indefinite archetype

Intricate balance

Many ways in which light

Shall pierce

The ubiquitous haze

Cause and effect

A mere paradigm

Transcends beyond chance

Yet distorters deny

Manifestation for humanity

Is more than attesting

Half-truths

With daunting beliefs

When immediate action

Proves sane men naïve

An existential source

Is vastly decreed

Falsified heroes paving lines

By which lives are altered

And chosen ones thrive

If as above so below

Now we must conquer ourselves

To forgo

The pendulum prophecies

Lay beneath the tides

Falling to rise

Observe and be seen

Among twilight’s idols, indivisibly

Wisdom and instinct entwine

And is born unto thee

Indefinite archetype

Cast into a darkened plane

By which shadows

May escape the past

Consolation for dire souls

Flung towards

The unnerving black

If the ego is the ghost

That has arisen

From the grave of the self

Then expect it to act

In ghoulish ways

Principle knowledge

Once possessed

Likened to comfort

Lays one to rest

Indiscrete memory

Condemned to forget

That which preceded our lives

To beget

Ages of solace, no one sees

The opportune sequences

Made to appease

Correspondence

Calculative success

The incontestable machinations

Of progress

Indefinite archetype