Phases Of Being Poem by Piscine Kipling

Predicament

I have seen it all and the choice I want to make
Now is to retreat into the solemn quiet life of my mind
I have experienced the hollow night in my weary state
And seen the burning fires etch out my fearful fate
In the romance of these darkly blazoned scenes all I find
Is this dread that keeps telling me to leave forever
And comeback to the past, I need stability in my life
But I don't leave and I can't leave my situation
So I think I have to stay here and face my predicament

As all actions are encumbered by uncertainty that stirs me
I'm shattered by my life that has confronted me, never I thought
This would happen, and how it breaks my state and bleeds
My trust dry and maybe I might emerge a bitter cynic lost
In my delusions arising from my jaded and twisted perception

Regret

There is no reasoning without knowledge, no life without peace
Just like how there is no ideals without inspiration
No fate without choice and no reason to choose all of this
If given another chance, I would think and then choose again

Analysis

I suppose we're all too in love with ourselves to see reality
The way we should see it, too caught up in our beauty and dreams
To know our cold and indifferent world, to know truth in our insanity
And I suppose that its the way we are and our minds can never be freed

Wisdom

Of all the thoughts I had in my pain, the most clear that I ascertained
Was that I guessed but I just didn't know, so I guess that I just don't know
And that there's nothing for me to learn except to learn to never do it again