Wisdom

What providence is this
That takes away your eyes
With the promise of the third eye
Fills your sleep with such sweet dreams
That you do not want to be awake
Wants you to suffer incarceration
Before it will even think
Of setting  you free
Makes you write ethereal bars
That you cannot hear
Gives you such hunger
When there is no food
Fills the table with such rich fare
Now that you are not allowed to eat
Makes it easier to hate than to love
Teaches the vanity of desires
After a lifetime has been lost
Chasing them like a lunatic
Why must wisdom come at the end
When the sun sets and there is no way
To begin all over again