Mirage

“Revelations” past and present, have entranced my mind for ages,

The past is gone, for it was a mirage as clear as day,

But the present is here, in the now, and ever so baffling.

Knowest thou how it is to be pulled apart?

When thou realises, that the fight against reason,

Is won by reason alone, or by none?

It is difficult, for a man so engrossed in the world as I,

To shift my claims, my beliefs and ideals, the grounding of my self,

They who nurtured me, who brought me succour.

Who were fiercely contested, by the demon of disbelief,

Won over in the end, by the blazing light of reason.

Yet now, I figure, and I always knew deep inside, that there is not one reason but several.

The mirages were indeed, not ideals of straw. Or weren’t they?

If I hold fast unto my new self, I must embrace change,

But if I don’t, I must embrace change.

There is no one to pray to, for God is dead,

Hope the only light at the end of the tunnel,

And is knowledge still the pathway to salvation?