Crude but True

I want to transcend my role in society for something more;
To traverse the farthest reaches of existence amidst eagles and angels
Before plummeting in a 90-second free-fall-- free-formed, free spirited--
That lands back in the driver's seat of reality-- sans thought, sans freedom.
Revel and rejoice in the aftershocks of my ephemeral escape, though I never really left;
I just inhaled...

"Don't live too fast," they say as they crack the whip and quicken the pace.
And ultimately, life becomes a labyrinth in which we hurdle from one dead-end to the next:
Graduate; go to college; get a job;
Marry obscurity and birth the shackles that bring your slavery full-circle.

Life has become a characterization for the one problematic path we all tread:
Beaten, weathered, and lacking any conventional purpose other than the comfort in conformity,
Yet we walk it because we're told to and the sign says "keep off the grass".
Deviation means destruction because the system demands default morals.

And who would have thought that at the End of Days,
We'd still be huddled around our artificial cruxes and synthesized comforts,
When we should be reminiscing what we've done and repenting what we haven't;
And all the while accepting that we brought this on ourselves, not some otherworldly force

All paths come to an end, and ours is a cliff that falls from Earth to the brink of eternity;
All because we're too blind and deluded to see
That the beauty of life is life itself, not its physique;
And the alienated spirit that overcomes the questionable consequences the system renders
Could be the future martyr of our salvation