Not only does this piece of art here match with the theme of my poem, but there's something special about it for me. As I searched for suitable images, I came upon THIS one. And this is the one scene that has been painted beautifully by my mum and aunt. Voila! Takes me back to the acrylic-paint-scented days!
"If it doesn't challenge you, it won't change you."
Men in orthodox societies live with their parents
Married, with their wives and children:
Yet there are born a unique few
Who flee their homes at the age of twenty-two.
At the ripe age of twenty-two!
And then there are instances of
Men in some other world (terrestrially),
Boys 18+ are expected to live alone;
Those few pledge to never leave home.
Pledge to never leave home.
People who've sought to win battles
All their lives. Now
Find the three-eyed crow
And lead themselves to abandon their comfort in kill
Instead, end up in meditation, all spiritual.
Turn up all spiritual.
And spiritual sages who
Now need the kill
To their heart's fill
Will retire their lifelong blissfulness
To a battle ground, on slippery bloody carcass
On to bloody, slippery carcass.
And now and then you find
All sorts of people clouded, mystified
Who purposefully ruin their lives
Keep on walking the same path- their duty
And do not seek their mind's refugee.
Do not seek mind's refugee.
Surround yourselves with them-
(Strive to be a part of them-), they who unwind-
Act on a moment's change of their mind
Change their paths, choose their own destiny
Unfearful, they are the heroes otherwordly.
They're the heroes otherwordly!
The other-world (the part of the brain) where in
Doubts and horrors grow dim
And these heroes uproot the villain
Of clouded introspection
And leave the world (and you) in resurrection.
They leave you in resurrection.
So that there be no hesitation
Once all around, and then there were none.
And then there were none.