Question of Self

Question of Self

Cold coffee washes down, a cold shower in winter

Dislocation, alienation frame of mind

Witness my torment, a dream just out of reach

The story unfolds in reality, not knowing how to leap

Then tricks of the mind begin to anesthetize

Destiny or fate, whatever makes me feel good

It’s a phony embrace that makes cowardice

I know that because Lady Justice laughs

This circle of frustration’s a noose of enslavement

If only justice wasn’t on my side

But then it’d make me a pig of humanity

Am I a saint, is a priggish question of vanity

There’s beyond physical reality

Right down into the depths of nano impartiality

The lesson here’s that the unknown can’t be viewed as an end, but eternity, infinity

So how arrogant and self-centered it is to be selfish sacrificially