In the foggy veil of choice between open or closed,
Does your mind spark at the truth it sees through the mist?
Does it come alive for just a second
At the sight of real food after
subsisting on man-made, synthetic soundbites?
In those precious plancks of time is
your soul jolted out of its sleep
by the clarifying view of reality?
Would you recognize the desire
to marry the truth and
cherish its security?
Could you allow yourself
to consider shrugging off
the layers of dusty antiquity
in order to enjoy
the fresh air of reason?
Do you automatically snuff out that spark?
Do you consciously kill your appetite for truth?
Do you faithfully self-administer
another dose of opium?
Is that desire instantly deemed hideous?
Does the stale air of familiarity
enable you to keep the doors closed
to the cleansing breeze of truth?
In these shadow moments,
Where we decide what our soul
would accept or reject,
where we suspend time for a nanosecond
to ponder the foundations on which we
engineer our personal operations,
would you just once seize the light
and choose to live in truth instead?