We are wandering in a maze of empty motives, infertile soil, superficial determination.
Adamant over a droplet, floating over a sea of salt.
Courageous for water crackers,
forceful for feathers.
Caring over empty craters,
cowering under mindless debaters.
Water a bare patch of soil while the fake fluorescent sun blinds with its watts.
Dedicated to a vanishing world, overrun with marketed thoughts.
Convinced to give up dreams, in favor of a false world and hollow word.
Chatter and clamor about immaterial, never to manifest concepts.
Effort for Wind.
Drifting directives, belief in meaningfulness invented out of nothingness.
A castle built of Mist. Defend it as though it is made of Diamond.
As though it holds a secret purpose no one knows. That no one will ever know.
Diamonds invisibly floating in the mist,
coating us with incandescent polish, so easily wiped off.
Glimmer while you can.
Keep your mind in this place of illusion – inside the lie we gleam.
Inside the lie, we are sane.
Stacks of puffy paper, crinkled edges.
We fight for dull green, wrinkled sheets, dirtied white, we fight.
To break out – Free yourself from the maddening cycle of what you’ve convinced yourself is real.
To realize just the opposite is true.
Your priorities placed for you, on a sheet of melting ice in the Castle of Mist.