Consciousness Fulcrum

In the sea that I float in I wonder about where The limits of consciousness lie Sometimes, I believe they sparkle In my dreams, set In a world not yet discovered by the rest Of my peers who are too tired to keep afloat And who have not had any shine of mercy Thrust upon them At other times, I believe they vociferate In that which my material self can perceive; My duties, my enemies, my toils, my inspiration And of course, My interests in a world which shall remain immaterial! But then, everything around us is troubled In that we are all confused About the essence of our own origin And about the meaning of our purpose We understand not from where our blood Gets its reddish colour And we keep studying ancient sculptures Drawn on the remnants of lost societies To try to perceive, Something, if anything About ourselves! So, our consciousness then weighs itself Against mercy, Thrust upon us by that power so subtle That our human eyes would burn If we were to merely glimpse at it from afar And thus, It decides As to what it wishes us to hold on to, Whether it be a simple life lived by following The pulls of our own senses Or it be by letting ourselves be driven By an awakened mind All set and ready to set foot In a world fairer, Someday, at some time Which we shall not choose for ourselves!