The Portrait Of Man


Why does the flesh's kingdom
Rule brutally over the conscience?
Why is something that is so solid,
Viewed as a mirage?
Both the hopeful and those with nothing to gain,
Do good and nothing will be in vain.
Why should something that chooses with such randomness,
Be so defining?
Why does a viewpoint conclude
Through one set of eyes?
You all have the same chance,
So change the way you glance.
Why were the sweet and sour allowed to mix,
Only to ferment over time?
Why do times of elation and misery
End in perfect contrast?
If you seek an answer to the why's,
Look upward towards the skies.

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