Headed Nowhere

Sleep stupor continues through waking state Feral instincts to surface gravitate We stumble and fumble as though in trance Life spinning out of control, left to chance Fears and desires making us agitate Make no mistake! Thought patterns our bondage Narrow spirals, our innocence ravage We call it discipline, in truth stupor A far cry from our childhood joy caper Low ego cravings, compelled to assuage Life whizzes by pursuing illusions If we but pause, we gain liberation Endowed with free will, we are free to choose Light or darkness; our life, so no excuse Are we awake or merely sleep walking