Cross-wire

Too many minds depend upon a grid
to tell them which way's up. It's sadly true.
Behaviors based on what another did
affirm to all, that 'free thought' is taboo,
and driven by approval from the herd,
discovery is doomed to scant success.
Inane is layered in between absurd,
and pundits spring like mushrooms from the mess.
Truth is: what seems to be, is true to whom
it seems to be. The miles you walk in shoes
unlike your own, redeems what you presume
of brother men, and leaves you free to choose.
Through death, all pass to mystic realms unseen.
In love of truth - the soul soars there serene.