Do not go gentle into that good night"

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡
Should I not walk quietly into
that good night?
Into and onto the hands of fate that hold me?
That have held me?

Am I not clay?
Molded by a thing unknown
and it's name kept a mystery?

Should I cry for a bottle now?
as if I was a baby again?
Should I whine about the unfairness?

No I shall not, I will not.
For I have become what I am,
just as life has become what it is.
There is no sense fretting about it now.

But neither will I ignore the suffering
or deny that I am at my end.
Nor ignore other's suffering
or deny that the world is in complete chaos.

We are all fools!
But I tell you truly for however
foolish we are;
it is more foolish that we refuse
to see truth and would rather
live in the lies that we are given.

We glamorize everything,
we romanticize everything,
but when you see the world as it is;
yes I think you would want to go
into that good night.
⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡
(Title is from the Poem: "Do not go gentle into that good night"
by Dylan Thomas.)