On The Shores Of Ithaka

In our

Minds eye...

Certainty

All powerful

Beyond blindness and fear...

Confident

Fused with vanity,

Arrogant

Propelled by scorn.



Foresight

Relegated

To beg in the streets with despair,

Caution

Forever...

Lagging behing [the horizon]

As we sail from Day

Into nights web

Thick

With deceit of a tender embrace



And a knife through the heart!



Blurry eyed we strain,

Seeing a different reality

Each vision

At odds with the Truth

Never again in reach,

So obvious to the ones

Less Myopic



Each vision

As our minds

Blind to

The impending doom

Guided by

Our misguided ways



We plow on -

Sight hollowed out,

Vision blunted by

Web of deceit



Thick with contempt

The most vocal burn blessed with scorn

Others hope it goes away

And



Let it happen

Words collide, worlds shatter,

Opinions are cheap

Fed by ignorance



And here is the paradox



How do we reach utopia,

Our shores of Ithaka



If we move

In the opposite direction

While trying



On The Shores of Ithaka