The lost struggle

In the whys and hows of everyday celebration

Is a lost struggle of a raw soul

To keep up with the lies and deceit

Aware of the consequences of a forfeit

The lost struggle continues, of the unembellished soul.

So much to grasp and react

So much to understand and defend

The distant soothing lullaby nearly brings him back home

But when the whys and hows are hounding

Where is the peace for the bewildered soul

His true nature remains unknown

Constant dilemma of deception and integrity is grown.

His longing only left to the self imposed bindings

Such is the state of the perplexed soul.

The cogent nature of the discomfort

Leaves him utterly nonplussed

Only maybe a little empathy, a generous smile, a gracious acceptance

is what is solicited by the affable soul.

Who knows, who understands

But so is the case

That in the whys and hows of everyday celebration

Is the lost struggle of a raw soul.