Disguised

All through the ages
We strive to impress
and disguise the fact that we do not care
Unable to recognize the few that do
We say we are conscious,
and yet still we are blinded
The fact that we say we are open-minded
is closed mindedness
It is still a category,
created for its order, because no matter what
we are unable to fully comprehend
completely limited by our minds
Knowing much,
but knowing nothing
living for something that is nothing
an excuse that was created by us
and talking brings us nowhere
Chaotic thought, emotions streaming
hindered by language and words
feeling that there is still something more
when perhaps there is
No matter
It is still unattainable
Turn back to focus on trivialities,
And forget about the nonexistent
Till out whole vision is filled with
the great screen of our life.
We give ourselves power that is useless
Since we were children
We never stopped pretending.
Making believe that there can be acceptance
when we are too far gone, wedged in our separate tunnels
Seeing light where it is not
And refuting the truth.
Insolent claims, that there is one truth
They will be trashed
And forgotten
Everyone has their own way,
But we are all deceived.