Hide From the Thoughts That Prove We Exist

It seems the term present reality Is not what its name suggests Every individual in constant battle with themselves What the world has so graciously given, contradicts and contests Using, abusing, seeking whatever we can To escape what we can never quite elude Even still, left with brief moments of lucidity We find as a most unwelcome interlude Ironically, the very connection of life between mind, body, and soul Leads only to want of breaking those binds Pushing and pulling as hard as we can Against our perceptions which cause these self induced confines Putting as much distance between ourselves and what’s real The consistent goal, the ultimate we strive to gain Takes us past the furthest edges of oblivion To the final leap, we still reluctantly refrain This revolving subconscious desire to live Is given momentum from fear of our own realities Absent is the logic that should contradict this avid resistance To the very proof of our existence in its entirety So we must ask ourselves, if this be the will of the universe That we are gifted with presence, but plagued by lack of full sincerity Created with instinctive need to commit ourselves to this life Created with a conflicting human nature, a cruel tricked fidelity With these impossible parameters, we accept there’s no chance of success Now able to understand the struggle in itself provides us true vitality