Sinking, like a diver, slowly

Into the very depths

Always hoping to be reborn

In rising to the surface

Frolicking in the deep for a time

While expiring

Both not desiring and desiring

To return to the light

Though too dumbfounded to think

All of that out clearly

Now comes a poet, and fellow-diver,

To spell it out for you

To try and get you to think

For yourself and see the end

Seeking your willingness to face the opening

At the end of the tunnel

At the other side of the deep darkness

We've been immersed in

Coming out on the right side

Of the equation of this life

Most do not ever really return

From the dive into earthliness

And the water never truly makes them

Clean in mind or spirit

For they become darker and darker

Like the blackness beneath

Unwilling to do virtually anything

But bury their heads there

Refusing to think or talk about

The hard truths in the Light

Now, my fellow-spelunker into the sea

Of madness beneath Truth,

The so-called "magic theater"

Of conformance to bourgeois "life",

Do you choose to continue to allow

Yourself to be indoctrinated

And conditioned to be automatons

In blindness and selfishness,

Or are you going to choose

To truly rise to the occasion....