What could be possibly true
For all knowledge is incomplete?
How relative is every value
Making any norm doomed to defeat
Shall we grow in the dark
With beliefs only for guides?
Rejecting them like old bark
Ever revived deceitful hides
Soon the bitter season of decline
Will take away the regrets
Like fallen leaves covering the ground
They'll nurture the hope of renewal
Praises go to outgrowing oneself
All praxis entails harmful effects
Can one be driven by a dual will?
A fulfilled life but devoid of guilt
Now condemned to chase conflicting stakes
The salience of suffering stains the pride of the human race
We shed a new skin every year, getting strong
We forget about fear, nothing's wrong
Pushing all our roots into the depths
Expanding all our sprigs with more breadth
Driving us deeper into evil
Dwelling closer to storms in new heavens
The more we absorb light, with higher thirst
The more we increase our fearsome lust
Aspirations to heights mostly implies
Reaching at the same time the lows of vice
We can't even throw away our values and beliefs
There would be nothing left of us
We can't even cut apart our desires and needs
We wouldn't even be alive
Blame is laid on repressing oneself
Virtue doesn't ensure helpful effects
The relentless raise of awareness
Gradually unveils the one premise
Now condemned to chase conflicting stakes
The salience of suffering stains the pride of the human race
It remains when all certainties fade
The science of joys and pains imbues all life with grace