Foreign

Foreign
And what else is this ideology?
It seems to me lost.
The world once clear,
Veils make grey.

Walking through the emptiness.
Seeing, firsthand, all the shallow actions,
Of shallow men,
And shallow souls.

These things take time to understand.
Not quickly are they identified.
And once found,
That image will never be forgotten.

And such is life.
For are we not sentient beings?
Capable of determining future,
And inspiring such future through past?

If history does not hold knowledge,
Then what does?
Or is even something as concrete,
Essentially only subjective?

And that is the question.
Do we walk through this world aware?
Or is it just me,
Enlightened to the shadows?

By faith alone can Man survive?
Or if not by faith, by bread?
And the Body and the Blood broken for me,
How ungrateful am I?

Squandering what is mine on,
off-center reasoning of an untamed mind.
And in the shouts of background faiths,
What then should I believe in?

To find oneself,
Is not what Man must face.
But to find one’s place,
To define fully society.

Such a thing is foul,
And untamed.
The oceans of shallow indifference,
Sweep through hearts and centuries.

Understanding comes to rest,
On the doorstep of iniquity,
Which takes its roots in ambiguity,
That is grown from regularity.

And so definition of society,
Is as abstract.
Relationally limited, Eternally restricted.
Our fall from grace implies isolation.

So to come to terms,
With the rational mind,
We must seek to rationalize,
What is illogical.

We are all rational beings.
But with enough madness,
To sum our weaknesses,
To defeat our strengths.

Why else should there be,
So much violence,
So much pain,
In a world of the rational?

One must conclude,
We are mad.
We must be.
Oh how society and solitude contrast.

The most profound thoughts,
Discovered in the most removed minds,
Cast their shadows on time,
And remind us of forgotten dreams.

So catch your uniqueness,
And fly away from accepted deviance.
Care not your rationale,
For it comes from this world.

Become independent.
Break the chains of society.
Throw off your restrictions.
And act without fear of repercussions.

Keep present though,
Your identity.
For the lost of identity,
Is the loss of self.

One can lose himself in freedom,
I have seen it happen.
And I know, to ascend,
We all must once fall.