So here we are,
No explanation or instructions,
Just a constant urging on,
Towards various concoctions,
Which we grasp for,
Almost always falling short.

But it’s nearly inevitable
Those deductions turn inwards,
Where we are met with insanity,
And the complexity
Halts us from going onwards.
And as the confusion grows,
We realize we are lost.

A glimmer of light,
Shines through the haze,
So we grab a tight hold,
In hopes:
Of escaping the labyrinth,
Of finding clarity,
Of outgrowing this phase.

But others disagree;
Their light shines differently,
And at odds with our own,
And everything we condone.
The dissonance is too much,
And it brings up an issue we refuse to touch.

So we find others with a similar view,
Maybe a lot,
Maybe just a few,
And our beliefs are reaffirmed,
Our light grows brighter,
Bright enough to blind.