To awaken is the goal
Another in a list
To do’s ticked off
One by one we move
Towards an end, the end
“We,” we say, meaning me
The obstacle grows
“Forget you,”
“I am on a path”
“I am right, you are lost”
And the arrogance remains
No one wants truth
Only their own, personal
Yet one remains ignorant
Not in joy, nor bliss
As we wish
Crushing Truth; as is
Not wrapped in a bow
Raw, primal, obliterating
No return ticket given
And no path back
Words are cheaper by the dozen
Truth has no need
Open eyes never forget
And will never ask
“Are we there yet?”
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 