Fading Light, Growing Darkness

How do we release the good, the fear, and the hate
When it's all condensed into fate?
Do we blame the misconduct,
Or do we self destruct?

The emptiness can be there for a reason,
so the light can be seen in seasons.
It is the greatest balance of all
and determines if we rise or fall.

It's easier to fall but it's bottomless.
it's a struggle to make it the highest,
but it's worth it if we're right.
It's all endless and a mysterious sight.

Give in to rejection for we are living a fallacy.
Nor are we men of this dynasty.
We are humans of the Earth;
persons in search of truth.

We relentlessly try to entrench ourselves
in a great unbeknownst circle;
while in our beliefs, they are clay,
and yet we continue to swing away.

In a contained box, we are all prisms
with reflections shining from one light.
Despair comes from arguing which colours are best
Test. Test. Test.

This session of the game is all most complete,
but it was a sham for we chose to compete.
Soon a new one can begin;
one we all can truly win.