Life May Restart with a Confession: A Poem
Life restarts with confession that we haven't lived
in a retrospect seeing only our stuckness at birth
a mental inertia of many things wrongly believed
without even questioning our purpose on earth.
Year follows year like a long funeral procession
one like another with an illusion of some change
guiding us to nothing but a death bed confession
about our truth that's making our story so strange.
Self-inflicted suffering this crazy norm of being
pollutes all our reasoning to a pathetic extent
with eyes as if crippled out of normal seeing
life mismanaged like money foolishly spent.
Why wait until that moment of final confrontation
with lies and all the futility of losing our nerves
and replace it all with a long missed elation
something that life undoubtedly deserves.
Admitting our foolishness is a step to set us free
a confessed illusion gets promptly dispersed
but we have to be willing to honestly see
allowing last chapter to be edited first.