Xang - My own truth

I regret the day I had to talk about it
to express my own highly biased advice
to confront views and experiences
nothing is neutral, all is real life
I leave aside sincerity
I take my opinion for granted

If one day, I should go
if some day, I should die
talk about me with my own words,
through my own dreams
for there is no other truth than mine
for I take my sincerity for a fact.

I thought myself a moderate man,
floating just below the surface
loaded with ideals and kindly dreams.
I wished so much for the truth
And the good to triumph
I tried too hard to shelter conflicting views,
then realized I was intolerance itself.

Trough the complexity of our minds
the labyrynth of our consciences,
we forever face our own reality
our wounded souls constantly struggle
we want too much to soothe, then regret it bitterly
we try too hard to persuade
then loose all our certainties

subjectivity...