Useless

Like a butterfly

Emerging from its cloth,

In a world full of questions

Encumbered by our answers.

If what is could not have been,

Then why did it happen ?

Enclosed fully in the beginning,

Or randomly determined along the way,

Shaped by the cosmic vibration

That drives energy through time,

Flowing into our conscience

To unveil the mystery

Of the dense emptiness

That hides in our hearts and souls,

And makes of us reluctant warriors

In an endless battle for a meaningless cause

To transcend the pain

Of our unavoidable loneliness,

To smoke the fire

Of our faith, love and hope

Firing out with water pistols

Made of reality, pleasure and beliefs.

Here, there and everywhere

All is in place,

Erratically moving within a set pattern

No one can fully understand

Although so many pretend to.

The only thing left to do

Is to open the curtains on this illusion.

We will have to face it,

No one knows the use of the useless.