Perception Expidenture

I thought that I lived in a world of perception
It took me years to find out that
My defintiion was subjective

Some saw color, splattered in between the lines
Others, well
They saw black-and-white jagged spines

However, I know, being me all of the time
That the truth lies between
The wicked and the sublime

I came to find that humanity meant
More than simple courage
Or a life “well spent”

It is, quite literally,
Whatever we want
Bold and dash?
Maybe nonchalant?

We live in instruction
Step by step guidance
Bred to think “the way”
Was something routinely righteous

But it’s not, like at all
Not even close!
A life isn’t something
You can juxtapose

It’s infinite variables
Chaotic incarnate
Not to be found
At the local market

So now, I know about a world so shallow
Eager for synopses
And not the critical-thought gallows

Fuck it, I conclude
Looking inside
You simply don’t know me
Choke on your pride

I’ll be doing me
Living peace and adventure
Intent to know
An anonymous expidenture