Forgotten Being

How can I let my rage go, when the truth I don't even know? In the reaper's mind, remembering someone else's self. All is one past the finish line, break bread with thy brothers. Without the light you wouldn't know to fear the darkness, be both hunter and prey. In the trash you may find treasure, eyelids sealed by illusion prevent masks from revealing themselves. Half empty are minds of oppression, into sewers dreams are pulled. Feather flies in natural fields of respect, afraid though are the inhabitants of insecurity. To be open is to be free, hide nothing from yourself.