Delusional May Be

Strangely as men get older
They become more stubborn
Unable to change
In all aspects of life
And personality

On top of holding onto
All sorts of ideas
And notions about life
And everything in it

Hence the salutation
Mister aka Master
To address every man
Who has an opinion on all things

Master of everything
Delusional may be
Except two things they cannot
Life and death

Find North

You really cannot see
The hair grow on your head
By watching it all day
But it does grow continuously

And after a month
It surely has grown
And after a year
You don't look the same

Such is how the society
The whole world
And its people
Changes over time

Not from good to better
Certainly not from godless
To godly
Or immoral to moral

But all the opposite
Becoming more confused by the day
Mistaking evil for good
Good for evil

Like a compass that cannot
Find North
Taking comfort in knowing
Almost everyone is on board

Ocean

A log floating down the river

Has no choice but to go

Wherever the river takes it 

Ocean

A man living through time

Has no choice but to go

Wherever the time takes him

After death

The Dark Matter

Mass and energy is interchangeable
Famously formulated by Albert Einstein
E = MC^2 or M = E/C^2
Which basically says
Tremendous amount of energy
Can be gotten from a small mass
Or is required to form a small mass

Which makes sense conceptually
Dividing solid mass continually
In half until it reaches a state of
Either proton or electron
Dividing that in half to muons
And whatever else they call it

Eventually left with no mass
To divide except state of pure
Energy or charge
Dividing that further in half
To lesser and lesser energy

Dispersed throughout the universe
Into infinite space
Filled with pure energy
Infinitesimally small
The Dark Matter

And The Lucky Few

Does it really matter

Really

What anyone says

Or does 

Thinks

However or whatever 

If they are not on that one

Only one bridge

That connects from here to eternity

All destined for oblivion 

Might as well party up

Live like there is no tomorrow

Which in fact

Is the predominant dogma

As if it makes life worthwhile

Having lived to the max

Sights sounds taste and pleasure

To face the end without regrets

An absolutely foolish

Totally wasteful endeavor

Not having found the bridge

From here to eternity

Meaningless

Absolute

And there are those 

Who find it having searched

Who search but cannot find

Who does not search at all

And who find it

Without searching

And the lucky few

Who live like there is no tomorrow

Will find it none the less

Having been found