Choice Questions

How is it, that we stumble along, Only to ultimately find our way? Amongst the fractured rubble, And apparent, infinite fray. Where we realize that, we're Here not just to exist . . . But to endlessly struggle, And pacify to persist. Do we solely seek to counter, All the pains with more joy? While standing upon the ignorance, That we often employ. What scales are seen to be level, And true enough to choose? Such that a measured balance Results, not to win or lose. If we take away from that, Which is there right now . . . Can it ever be recovered, Beneath an earthen plow? When the past, present, and future, Allow wisdom its view . . . Maybe then, the horizon seen will be Infinite, and our vision will be true.