Asylum

In a world rife with dysfunction

The enlightened suffer dear

They can’t awake with trump of truth

Those without ears to hear

Locked in mortal asylum

One doubts reality

For all around the madness reigns

And thwarts one’s sanity

What should work clearly doesn’t

For reason has no traction

Compounded by frustration

In a search for useful action

They cannot hide the truth from self

With defense mechanisms

They cannot dice the universe

And cause a deeper schism

And so awareness vexes them

As if they were insane

For wisdom augments sorrow

Just as sensing sharpens pain

Where can such find asylum?

Or invoke sanctuary?

Where is the place where reason reigns

With balance, poise, and bearing?