While you may believe in sunrise,
I see an illusion — I believe
It fools us with certainty,
And my priorities naturally align.
Because like complacency,
Assumptions are corrupt.

Do I wake
Only because I was taught? Or
Is there something more
Than this darkness —
Where I often dwell. For,
Why believe anything I see
If nothing matters
More than nothingness?

After each moment
reality changes.
From where is confidence derived?
Because I cannot predict
My self next week,
Much less trivia.

No matter what I think,
Life and future are unknown — so,
Awareness is always incomplete.
And therefore values approximate,
Themselves a constraint,
Holding me back.