Bats

Like flapping bats, the fractious aimless brain
prattles and rants. Over the years, if rule
is not imposed, addiction to mundane
pursuits make permanent the starless jewel
one's life becomes. The energy and spark
which could have lit up caverns where the mind
might mine pure light, instead fades dead and dark.
The deepest truth to which men's eyes are blind
is that the source of life force is divine.
Inborn within each man exists a bit
of mystery, which dull brains can't define.
All's lost unless junk-suckled souls admit
the down-ward drain of ego's wretched reign
must quit, and minds grow conscious and humane.