Analysis of Flat-Line

Simplistic words spoken wrong,
Complicated sounds played with an off-key tone,
Sounds like gibberish until you think it through,
It doesn't have to make sense to be true,
Just has to add up to be logical,
The harsh realities of life are often comical,
Reflecting the vision of those who created it,
As our economy portrays the concept of those who inflated it,
Whether it's right or wrong it doesn't really matter,
All that concerns most is how to climb the ladder,
Elevation to the pentacle of their position,
Without a care of the whereabouts of their opposition,
Sounds strange, but its point is very simple,
No success is rewarded to the caring and gentle,
Only those hardened by experience can achieve it,
And only when you excel do you believe it,
However, along with your upward travel comes hardship,
And the outlook of one who seems heartless,
However, this is the way of those who seek refinement,
The goal is not freedom, it is total alignment,
Distilled of all impurities, one becomes pure,
Conflict is no more, and peace is insured,
Afflicted by the effervescent glow of the enlightened,
One's sense of duty to self is tightened,
And the galaxy that the old one's talk of all realized,
As you moved through space and time, the rest seem paralyzed,
Apathetically travelling along blind to their own existence,
Forced to face the fact that they are their strongest resistance,
They often go insane when put face to face with their essence,
Who can you blame when you fail alone in your own presence?
These are the questions that only age and wisdom can answer,
Imagine what goes through the mind of a person with terminal cancer,
No future to plan, so all they have is the past and present,
Left with hours upon hours to reflect on what life truly represents,
Their understanding of our world must be astounding,
As they feel their last breath, with their heart pounding,
Devoid of all that's irrelevant, their mind is now clear,
Only the important things matter when death is near,
Atonement with one's creator becomes imperative,
After that last spoken word with that special relative,
You hear those complicated sounds as you fade away,
Thinking over the things that mattered the most that day,
Struggling with yourself as you try to play against time,
You hear only silence and then beep!
Flat-Line