A Poem: Our Existence

Solemn chaos, moonlit days, conquering heroes, rewinding mistaken ways.

Opposite contradictions, black meets blue, when good is no longer good, what do I do?

Peaceful violence, sane absurdity, drowning voices of reason, truth, "have you heard of me?"

Pen to computer, wrong becomes wright, hopeless for the hope, nothing positive in sight.

Reality in nightmares, deceit in disdain, hatred knows no bounds, kindness has no name.

Lies (w)rapped in lines, flowers for the impaired, instructed not to think, not to look up there.

Wake up, only to be living a-lie-victim of your own ignorance, desire not to die.

What is this really, an existence of bliss, oppressed and misguided, not living leaves it not to be missed.