A Dangerous Question
By Matthew Theus
Real, What is Real? Can one of such structure
Of the mind of men dare to contemplate
Questions that would threaten to rip asunder
The two hemispheres which did pose such question.
For the very rendering of said question
Throws to panic! All manner and function
Of the light brain which real'ty pins to ground.
Release! The pain of shackles that are bound
To thy controlled, helpless, pleading thought
Which caused your mind to find what you sought.
Thought being the very soul to the heavy
Body which weighs soul's astral nature steady.
Allow it once to roam free and ponder
If there truly is that town lay yonder
Over the vast mountain. For if I am here,
How can I be certain that it does lay there?
Or how may I be any greater certain
That my senses don't throw a dark curtain
To veil the truth from my eyes helpless scanning,
Peering through the night fog at fate planning?
Or shall we consider that our presence
Is but simply faint imaginings patience
Of a great sleeping mind of some being
Beyond all recall of any man seeing.
Lay Down! The weapons that system laid on;
Cast Off! That velvet black veil cast upon;
Now See! For the first time in your life wanting,
That, compared to the universe daunting
Our small, little lives are as drop to sea,
Whose timeless wave will never have symp'thy.
For so far as we know life occurs here,
And only here. For anything that appears
Must by law unwritten dissolve to dust
And then will our golden work turn to rust;
All the sounds composed by the best
Shall lay down instruments, always rest;
The art work shall lose its vibrant luster
Chip, crack, and wither away to smolder.
For the reality of the universe
Is that the cycle will not stray course
If the balance of Man's life does sway
In a direction that cause small dismay.
So , when wandering through your precious life
Remember the truth, that this daily strife
Is insubstantial as memory faded.
Star and God alike lose their created
And white washing oblivious real'ty
Come to flood the estate of minds realty
And beg forth question not to have answer
For will persist to haunt you in slumber.
Tread lightly on the philosopher ground
And be humble at what question be found.