No Wisdom Brings Solace

I've tried to fight pessimism

To look for an explanation to the prime

Weakness we seem to convey:

A strong drive to destroy ourselves

All statements have turned out to conduct

To a maze of suspect justifications

Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude

Axioms appear so contrived

And science, the paragon of devious crafts

I struggle to assimilate this fact:

No wisdom brings solace

I start to realize the limitations of

My attempt to truly understand the misery of men

The more I look inside,

The more I' am prone to deride the basis of every creed:

To know is to be saved

I'm lost, standing at the crossroads

With no means to decide on a better course

No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates

Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief

I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance

Nothing is true, nothing is eternal,

There's no reward for steadfast belief

In a flawed system of assumption

But a breakdown of cognition gears

To deprave the core of all knowledge

And confer it the arrays of faith

Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity