Beauty of life so far beyond our imagination. To gain through experience is a vague interpretation. Fumbling into reality is nothing more than a tease. Fooling ourselves we have mastered the game,setting our mind at ease. To rise above or lay so silent in the trench. Lack of understanding a rapid pace whatever so desperately we reach out to clench. The puzzle,no matter the distance,the mind searches for peace. But with minds in disarray, the victor is the beast. Predicaments have taken charge of pure thought. So we end up fighting demons we've already fought. Rolling past grounds we've covered before. Coming up short never closing the right door. The steps we take very worn with mistakes, beginning to fade. Existence slowly evaporating in the background humanity on parade. A block between treasure and heart. A question to ask yourself, what and really who you are. A picture is painted,the scope of our life is laid out. But the instructions are lost leaving us hanging, what life is truly about.