Sunlight peaks through your mind
A curtain is lifted, heretical thoughts like cobwebs
Brushed away and given meaning
Among the living depths
Connection with other humans keeps us alive, whether
We want to stay living or want to sink deep into
Soil and decompose, be born again
It’s easy to withdraw – harder to reach out
Have your so-called brilliant thoughts defied
Exposed to a light that scorches them away
Stick with the old and wise
Their experience can be enlightening, but not always
They crush your naivete and let you know
You’re not so special as you suppose
You’re a hunger artist in Kafka’s dreamscape
You no longer get the attention you crave
Despite the wasted frame and feats of excellence
One day you’ll be exposed, not such a bad thing
Because suddenly your soul will sing
You’ll realize you don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing
All that time in contemplation only means anything
If you use it to connect with the society you despise
And pay attention to the old and wise
(Photo by Wim van ‘t Einde on Unsplash)
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