Cynical Reality

'Obscure'

It's fog all over,
sometimes there is darkness,
sometimes there is brightness,
I'm on a voyage to find myself,
a voyage to know myself,

clarity  and vision feel obscure,
cluelessness has no cure,
I'm here to get deeper and find something pure,
about the world being pure I'm not very sure,

what if purity doesn't exist?
what if it's all a facade of purity?
what if the deeper truth is impurity?
the deeper I go,  the darker it feels,
the more I know the more I feel I do not know,
there are waves of thoughts with an inconsistent wavering flow,
all of us chase an illuminating glow,
vibrance and illumination is nothing but a show,
poisoning of the thoughts happens very slow,

what we see is not what it is,
and  what it is, is not what we see,
truth and mystery have no key,

there is a chance of seeing the unknown  by closing your eyes,
there is a chance  to know the reality and where it lies,
there is a chance to know the reason behind all these cry's,
there is a chance to know the  answer for  all these why's,

the existence of this chance is not known,
well, the truth  feels like it is  unknown,
It feels like humanity owes some kind of a loan,
All of this is a result of the deeds we've done, the seeds we've sown,
this sorrowful  cry of moan,
is a result of something that is not shown,

a hideous past, yet to be discovered,
a mystery, yet to be unravelled,
a  secret yet to be revealed,

It's not something external that is causing this void and suffering,
the past is not hiding itself,we're the ones covering,
since, time, we've been hovering,

repeating the same cycle of
treachery,
which led to this obscureness and misery,
It's not the reality but we are the ones who're a mystery,

It's our nature to be mysterious,
it's in our roots to be treacherous,
we are who we are because of who we were and we will continue to be who we are because of who we were.