How we build the world on
unbelievable truths and
discoverable mysteries.
What clear fallacies we rely on
to make our misery tolerable.
Violently we demand
relaxation,
providing poison-laden remedies
to our souls soothing ills.
Fictitious reality
spins our world ’round,
yet we insist that our blindness
will lead us to the light.
Which is worth more?
Ignorant understanding? or
Competent despair?