Over confident

If you knew you would be ever confident
The world a simple calculation to you
Surprises and bad days not hindering you
nor raising a question

A luxury unjust on earth
For why were we put here but to flail our arms
screaming for a purpose or an answer
that daily life would never dullen or hollow out

No the curious creatures so self confident
we question their sanity overall
For what are our minds but constant storms
That throw us around so much

we cling to the girders of idealistic nonsense
Positions we take that automatically break our bones on impact
For reality is faster and more predatory than a cheetah
It moves faster than our senses can catch it

And all we are left with is old perceptions
Our bias imprisoning us and limiting us
prejudices that make us victim to popular trends

And the necessary suffering repeats itself
through our inability to admit our vices
and through the blindness to any kind of equilibrium
that could follow the manifestation of changing existence