My body lies in disgrace,
within presence of those I once lied for.
Of those I once fought for.
Of those I once loved
Tradition shall not be followed.
For within its occurrence,
lies no means for peace.
No means for tranquility.
The concept of happiness,
of true human pursuit.
Both meaningless and impossible.
Yet the idea remains everything.
Trial and error of the mind,
provide enlightenment.
Not through gaining what you want,
but by losing everything you have.
One is not to be fearful of loss,
but to be aware of it.
For the fear of something
creates its own chaotic reality.