there are no shadows

at times it seems we're stuck in a deep cave
with entrance that is hidden from plain sight
and yet there is no perpetual deep night
but light that comes in long wave after wave
each step we take makes each feel like a slave
but in the strange yet most completely white
illumination that makes every side seem bright
we wonder what we have that we can save
no wonder that there's not a chance for peace
when the last bell has rung for the last time
entrapped by life itself we fight or else we flee
in the strange place we'll wander without cease
nor will we cheer the pleasant distant chime
since we seek out the roots of the world-tree

the lesson learnt

we're all defended by a simple rule
no action can endure beyond its time
purposes are not acquired in school

one who knows all is the truest fool
for although any answer is sublime
we're all defended by a simple rule

our language is a mere service tool
abetting or punishing every crime
purposes are not acquired in school

all humans sit on an uncertain stool
one tiny slip and all are in the slime
we're all defended by a simple rule

a wind will blow now warm now cool
all wait for sunrise to begin our climb
purposes are not acquired in school

of all our gifts this is the very jewel
story is known when we reach our prime
we're all defended by a simple rule
purposes are not acquired in school

order and freedom

twixt law and love is battle ever drawn
the prize is always power in the state
the case of government is always worn

under the cloak there is a hidden thorn
it symbolises that most meanings grate
twixt law and love is battle ever drawn

each archetype is crowned with a horn
donated by the other for at any rate
the case of government is always worn

each proclaims justice as its dearest spawn
but neither keeps an honest open slate
twixt law and love is battle ever drawn

each emits dreadful monsters newly born
rivers of blood have entered into spate
the case of government is always worn

and we who hope for a returning dawn
still our progenitors' mistakes berate
twixt law and love is battle ever drawn
the case of government is always worn

journey through nightfall

winter now retreats
this battle is not over
yet war is turning

reviving spirits
this shining afternoon sun
long hours remaining

even at this late hour
duty obliges action
yet thought fast fading

accepting that minds
exhaust faster than bodies
is never easy

relax tomorrow
the race begins in earnest
finish line nearing

yet only after
full sleep has been completed
can action begin