Blinding Clarity

Look! I see a broken highway in front of me. 
I wonder what would its cause be? 
I hope that to death they have not spoken, because you see- 
See! I am asking you to see! 
See the causalities of a broken highway! 
Observe the casualties and bloodshed today! 
I am not asking you to question the fact 
That you see nothing although truthfully you did see. 
But you should definitely mention the fact 
That you are one who judge based on what you see. 
For I lead a simple life. 
I have witnessed a dog wielding a knife. 
They are rife. 
But I have no sickness, I won't lie, 
For I do not die. 
I regenerate my fate, blood, only because life is unrated. 
Death is complicated 
Because peoples' lives are sophisticated. 
They think of everything too bluntly; 
They examined the broken highway for weeks, 
Months, 
And now they reek. 
They will never know the cause, because they can never know 
That life is so simple. 
People can hate until their hearts are on fire, 
But to me, the fire will only lead to situations so dire, 
Like a dog wielding a knife that killed a liar. 
Life is so simple. 
I can make me an older man 
Or a younger man, 
But it makes no difference to me 
Because I don't see me, 
Only society sees me. 
They do not see what is not important to them, 
They only see what they think benefits them. 
Humans used to live such simple lives, 
I am as ashamed as dogs wielding knives. 
If you, who read this, are still bothered by the broken highway, 
Let me enlighten you, 
The broken highway is a metaphor that I have imagined today,
It will be insignificant tomorrow, believe me that it is true. 
I can say that I see a solid highway, 
And people will talk about its solidness, 
They will wonder when it will break. 
I can say that I see an ordinary highway, 
And people will talk about its ordinariness, 
They will expect that it will break. 
They will fear if it does not break, 
Because it is merely ordinary. 
It does not even need to be a highway; 
Broken bridges, broken hearts, broken sanity, 
Firm ledges, colorful parts, blinding clarity. 
People will see too much into their broken lives, 
No matter positive or negative, 
No matter enemies or relatives, 
All they need to see is an adjective followed by a noun 
And they will lose the simplicity of life. 
That is why they see nothing although truthfully they did see; 
Everything will be seen as of equal significance, 
So nothing will be of importance,
And life will lose its magnificence.
They do not appreciate the simplicity of life. 
Life is simple. 
Life is fragile in the most simple way. 
This simple poem will mean nothing after today.