A culture of empiricism rooted in the credo that “seeing is believing,”
While overlooking the suffering caused by errors of perceiving.

Fitting into the correct narrative serves to mold what we believe and hold,
While forming inner contradictions that accelerate the rate at which we grow old.

Increased inflammation from working in a state of ceaseless agitation,
Always anticipating that impending day of Jubilee,
When our genuine aspirations will transform our inner world into that of pure glee.

In the meantime,
We continue to grapple to find morsels of meaning to protect us from lament.
Clasping to the hopeful notion that someday we will return to the ocean,
Where cares transcend into the skies above and evaporate into the vastness of the ether.

These daydreams and fairy tales may serve us well…
If only we would allow ourselves to let these be the musings upon which we dwell.

The title of this poem was used via NightCafe Creator, an AI art generator, to create the top image. You can view more of my collection here.