Adrift on the Rock of Reason

Sitting trapped by home made shackles,
Blinders braced for the image flood,
Refusing to look up, see out,
Heart boxed in by it’s own desires,
Entrapped by the ropes of knowledge
Constantly pulling apart life,
Dissecting and analyzing,
Reviewing and earth destroying,
Looking to the slow force of time
To understand marriage’s slow dance.

Tracing history all entire
Through the dusting of bones and stones,
The path of neural synapses
And course of chemical rushings
Dissected to understand love,
Eternal Life and lasting reality
And indescribable longings for more
Are but evolutionary helps to procreate,
And all the fancies of art are meaningless.

Our world is trapped in a box of its making,
Unable to see anything beyond its own
Theories of the source and origin.
Listlessly lost in a sea of it’s own creation,
Unable to see beyond the peripheries,
Adrift on the rock of reason,
Without hope for anything lasting,
No security, no peace, no life,
All vanity.