You're caught up in so many simple distractions,
All of which you can't use to justify actions.
You're blind in a world built solely for seeing,
So shut off your lenses and focus on being.

There's a part in the core of every human mind,
That some spend their whole lives trying to find.
A place of solace in the purpose of self,
Like a dusty old tome on a library shelf.

The story is riveting, the characters are deep,
But back on the surface those aren't the values we keep.
What you see as a fantasy is actually true,
And the truth here is, that you don't have a clue.

That hole in your heart is hard-wired in,
So that you will struggle with a life full of sin.
For struggle defines the person you are,
And sinning is nature, setting the bar.

That hole in your heart is impossible to bind,
So you bleed your whole life while trying to find,
That which you think can make you complete,
But while scouring the surface, you'll find only defeat.

The hole in your heart can never be filled,
With animal urges or the empires you build.
That spot is reserved for the things you can't see,
Having values beyond an open mind is key.

I say these things now with only one hope:
Learn from my words, and start up the slope.
Be set on your path and keep looking back,
Get a birds-eye view so that you can keep track.

I ultimately know I can't force you to grow,
And that, for eternity, will torture me so.
For the only thing I think can dull the pain in my heart,
Is to spread this message through the medium of art.