The Final Lesson

The final lesson of life, The one I have been fighting, I am almost ready, I understand, but grope for the exception, Trekkies call it “The Prime Directive” The idea that you shouldn’t interfere, Giving someone information That they haven’t earned Haven’t figured out for themselves, Will do more harm than good! I know this is true, I’ve seen it I have learned those lessons But my heart can’t take it I cannot watch someone go through pain That could have been avoided, It hurts too much. Finally, the pain is dulling, Life is as a BBC documentary, I can hear Sir David Attenborough’s Elocution of daily events How predictable we animals are! But still I grasp for the hand Of anyone else who understands, Please don’t let me be alone, If I am, I will finally learn this lesson And maybe I’ll move on to what’s next Rather than keep repeating, But do I want to? What good is information, learning, If it’s only to be stored away As we watch endless reruns, The same old stories with new faces, I understand now why The smartest among us believe That we live in a simulation, The inability to see… To understand… It can’t be natural, And I also understand, Unfortunately, Why so many choose to die…

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

More about me