Is it better to die trying,
what is the use in crying when the end
is the same for all.
The ebony awaits
our fates hang by a thread,
sacrificing the self
for our daily bread.
Life is not this
or that.
It is combat and an eye for an eye
will make you both blind,
then you find
no other choice but to
look inside.
Nothing can hide in the mind.
Silence is deafening to the addicts of noise;
Alone is always frightening,
solitude roars like thunder
illuminates like lightening.
Muscles tightening, knuckles whitening;
some cannot stand their own company.
Most would agree.
If you cannot stand you, why should we?
Without a trace of irony;
the ones who hate themselves the most
live their lives judgmentally.
While ultimately also very lonely.
The Tao belongs to no one.
The Tao belongs to everyone.
No two gaits are the same.
It is the crossroads.
It is the journey.
What is in a name, after all?
There is no one answer.
That is the key.
Change is constant,
manifesting destinies.
The universe communicates in parentheses.
Driven by circumstance
and tendencies;
Searching to destroy percieved enemies.
Begging for a remedy
for the vengeance against the soul.
There is no control.
Let that go.
Never was and so;
waiting for Godot was the show
and you are the star.
Judge not lest…
For heaven’s sake.
Mistakes are ours, each to make.
Some live in dreams;
others when awake.
Your comfort is someone’s burning stake.
This is what it means
to say every path is different.