accepting, albiet reluctantly

reflections of the guise
and no matter the tilt of my magic eyes
the scenery is a jumble
it's a jungle out there
but it's within that scares me
and what i wouldn't give to take away the see
and saw
could fill the full jar of nothing

i find meaning by measuring
the experience of jaded eyes
against the views commonly called lies
though misunderstood
i would
given chance, give chance
the sick pathetic dance
of excuse becoming reason
transcribed as broken rhyme

even nothing has energy.
and it's poles, though magnetic
are anything but apathetic
as it rips me apart
i'd say from limb to limb
but they're just extensions
the eventually decaying inventions
to interact where nothing fails.
absolute.
freedom.
from the lies of jaded i's and eyes.

through separation we find true unity.
hopefully.