Absolute Secrets

Some look all their lives for one thing that is lost in this world
Hoping to find an answer to life’s biggest question; Why?
A question we have been asking since the infamous ‘Why stage’ in life
Where the only question we can ask is why.
And so I ask you this; Why?

Why do some people yurn for the feeling of remorse
The feeling that makes them human
The thing that makes us feel in the first place
The thing that makes us hole again
After our very being has been torn to a point beyond repair

While others yurn to feel nothing
They hope day and night to feel peace within themselves
After years of feeling have made them raw and vulnerable
To the harsh and almost unbearable reality
Of this world we live in, we created

To find a perfect medium is forbidden
In a world full of absolutes
Black and white lives full of gray contemplation
Gray that is not allowed out of the house
Yet into the streets it spills, staining all it touches.

And I welcome it with open arms
A breath of fresh air so to speak
A cool warmth I have longed for in inferno ice of life
The color of absolutely nothing
And the absolute opposite of what is right, yet there is no wrong

And so the truth of its being is lost, as all truth has become.
As I said before, we search for the one thing that is truly lost in this world
Without prevailing we wonder on
In a never ending quest for only we know what
Yet we are forbidden to speak of it for fear of condemtion, a condemtion we secretly want.