Roots and Leaves

What could be possibly true?

For all knowledge is incomplete

How relative is every value?

Making any norm doomed to defeat

Shall we grow in the dark

With beliefs only for guides

Rejecting them like old bark

Ever revived, deceitful hides?

Soon the bitter season of decline

Will take away the regrets

Like fallen leaves covering the ground

They’ll nurture the hope of renewal

Praises go to outgrowing oneself

All praxis entails harmful effects

Can one be driven by a dual will?

A fulfilled life, but devoid of guilt

Now condemned to

Chase conflicting stakes

The salience of suffering stains

The pride of the human race

We shed a new skin every year, getting strong

We forget about fear, nothing's wrong

Pushing all our roots into the depths

Expanding all our sprigs with more breadth

Driving us deeper into evil

Dwelling closer to storms in new heavens

The more we absorb light, with higher thirst

The more we increase our fearsome lust

Aspirations to heights mostly implies

Reaching at the same time the lows of vice

We can't even throw away our values and beliefs

There would be nothing left of us

We can't even cut apart our desires and needs

We wouldn't even be alive

Blame is laid on, repressing oneself

Virtue doesn't ensure helpful effects

The relentless raise of awareness

Gradually unveils the one premise

Now condemned to

Chase conflicting stakes

The salience of suffering stains

The pride of the human race

It remains when

All certainties fade

The science of joys and pains

Imbues all life with grace