The terrifying burden to be right
Burns the soul
Like a candle with more light
Than its wick will allow.
The truth degrades like wax
In the gaze
Of the mesmerized
And cold.
They want their truth not to be
Their own,
For it to be a burden
On someone else,
For, if all are one,
All must understand,
And no one should carry injustice
Alone.
Ah, but the common
Goes low every time,
Below the line
Truth will travel;
Something else is required
For consensus,
Something else dons the iron
Of the real.
We lie now in fragments, these thoughts
We call ourselves,
As removed from each other
As from where we came.
We want only to be kind
To those we recognize,
Who smile despite the confusion,
Take the last of our light.
