Foreboding

The dark may provide some comfort Tragically it can feel safe and well known Because beneath the gloomy clouds of ignorance and fear We’re convinced, there’s really no need to truly know Certitudes majestically flourish Illusions manifest and begin to take hold The seeking conformation of our cherished beliefs Exposes the credulity of our souls We continue to worship false idols All the while, vociferously proclaiming truth In this delusional world of arrogance and biases Opinions are valid without proof When our fictitious world is more significant Than the truth that’s factual and real Our journey in life becomes sadly contingent On the way our feelings make us feel I hope the dark can provides us comfort Perhaps it allows us to sleep well deep into the night But as we draw near to the end of our journey I hope our emotional desires don’t fade to fright