259 - Truth's nothing but each being's own viewpoint

Truth’s nothing but each being’s own viewpoint.
The ant finds most of his down in the grass,
While we look up to distant stars to point
The way ahead, to where we all must pass.
From bloody prison cells, through two small glass
Eyeholes, we survey the allotted strip
Of outside world our senses encompass,
And, weary, create a mental starship.
On death row, some still cling to hope they’ll slip
The rope that jungle justice would appoint.
And they’re right; dreaming, scheming, we surpass
That brick wall truth, catch whispers from the lip
Of nature, as it appears to anoint
Its children as they graduate from class.
Mon 21 May 2007