Justifacation

We search for justification
for the disorder we create.
Distracted by illusion,
we play an endless waiting game,
tomorrow will be different
but we will be the same.

The emptiness of hope,
a waste of our resources.
Prisoners within our scope,
the hollow ring of conclusion.
Thought born already dead
the delusion of knowing.

Better to be blind,
than see what is not there.
All is transforming,
a different state than change.
All new every moment,
not simply rearranged.