Right Answers Wrong Test

There's a way that feels too good to be true,
where you've the chance to be anyone but you,
the only thing you need to be is oblivious,
so you'll never see what's open hidden obvious.

Our life should inspire a muse to creation,
like how death is born of similar complications,
souls with tired plans try to be improved,
but nothingness is desired by the confused.

Whether you are or not going anywhere,
its all a journey that takes you somewhere,
and what you do with your allotted time,
depends on the style you plan to design.

All life is trying to do the same things differently,
than all others who claim originality,
but as season's come like waves of the sea,
we all change like a tree sheds its leaves.

A lesson isn't what others have learned,
but from the joy of trials we've earned,
and what we gain from all we have lost,
makes us realize just how much life has cost,

but there's joy to what we've learned,
as we remember what is earned,
all that we see isn't all that it seems,
cause even fools gold has shine and glean?

When we see gains from mistakes,
we remember all we had at stake,
considering what we have lost,
was it worth the battles cost?

If we go back and relive the moments,
of all our cherished memories,
would they be heaven sent,
if they don't change us collectively?

As man thinks he's more than he knows,
he is like a man who runs from his own shadow,
always willing to do what he thinks best,
having all the right answers but the wrong test.