the observer

He stands still at the corner and watches
With eyes unfiltered by dogmas of the world
They come and go in their hundreds
Oblivion blinding them from the beauty about

He judges not, and speaks little
The masses accuse him of inactivity-based psychobabble
Vexed that he may question their puny beliefs
And shed some light on the ingrained folly

He longs to tell the world what he knows
That time is an illusion that haunts the swift
That events and sensations are impersonal
And happiness not something to seek outside oneself

He wishes that they would see
That we are souls having a go at humanity
That the universe is limitless and ours to tap into
And spirituality the only thing that will our gaping holes fill

the path

Born in sin
Journeying to grace
Long and weary as the road may seem
Today I gear up and set the pace

Living to love
In a world plagued by vice
Seeking courage and guidance from above
I trudge on looking to pay the price

Digressing to indulge
In pleasure shunned by the enlightened
For ecstasy that ends in a dirge
Have never the world brightened

Death by the sword
Fit for a soul that would live no other way
Run as you may from the teachings of the Lord
Remember that you shall pay, in your own way, on such a day