The Reason

 A cacophony rises, a swirling, dense haze,

A thousand voices in a disorienting maze.

Each tongue a compass, pointing a different way,

Claiming the truth, demanding you obey.

Opinions bloom like weeds in a garden wild,

Each one assertive, fiercely reconciled

To its own righteousness, a solitary star,

Ignoring the darkness, however near or far.

But truth, a fragile thing, hides deep within this din,

How to discern its whisper, where does clarity begin?

Do you possess a bedrock, solid, firm, and true?

A guiding principle to see you safely through?

For lacking that foundation, the world will seize the chance,

To mold and shape your spirit, steal your very stance.

One shouts of virtue, the next of wicked deed,

Planting seeds of discord, fueling desperate need

To be validated, to claim the victor's crown,

To silence all dissent and forcefully put down

The opposing viewpoint, the contradictory plea.

Is this the poisoned root from which our conflicts flee?

The endless striving, the relentless, burning fire,

To be undeniably, eternally, right higher?

Perhaps the key is listening, not to win the fight,

But to understand the sh

adows and seek the hidden light.