Minds against the Wall

I trust the world to tire

Of us little humans,

Of our deliberation to conspire,

How we leave our lives in ruins.

Perhaps we prove our power

So to distract from our own fears.

Perhaps we crumble and cower

At the notion of our young years.

Perhaps existence is too great

And our reality all too small.

And while we wish to dominate,

We do little more than crawl.

I pray the world take pity on us,

Running from corner to another,

Fueled with futile fuss;

Obsession our loyal lover.

Perhaps we allow one candle

For every conscious thought.

Not too much to handle,

Just keep what we were taught.

Perhaps our doubt defines the shadows,

And our trust dictates the seen.

Today I look to meadows;

Tonight it’s lost its gleam.

I imagine Mother Nature to chuckle

When we think we know it all.

Yet still we sit and suckle

Knocking our minds against the wall.