Roots and Leaves

What could be possibly true For all knowledge is incomplete? How relative is every value Making any norm doomed to defeat Shall we grow in the dark With beliefs only for guides? Rejecting them like old bark Ever revived deceitful hides Soon the bitter season of decline Will take away the regrets Like fallen leaves covering the ground They'll nurture the hope of renewal Praises go to outgrowing oneself All praxis entails harmful effects Can one be driven by a dual will? A fulfilled life but devoid of guilt Now condemned to chase conflicting stakes The salience of suffering stains the pride of the human race We shed a new skin every year, getting strong We forget about fear, nothing's wrong Pushing all our roots into the depths Expanding all our sprigs with more breadth Driving us deeper into evil Dwelling closer to storms in new heavens The more we absorb light, with higher thirst The more we increase our fearsome lust Aspirations to heights mostly implies Reaching at the same time the lows of vice We can't even throw away our values and beliefs There would be nothing left of us We can't even cut apart our desires and needs We wouldn't even be alive Blame is laid on repressing oneself Virtue doesn't ensure helpful effects The relentless raise of awareness Gradually unveils the one premise Now condemned to chase conflicting stakes The salience of suffering stains the pride of the human race It remains when all certainties fade The science of joys and pains imbues all life with grace