Inconclusive Squares

In the absence of a belief book we search for answers inside ourselves

Though some not as bright and few truly enlightened we all fall short

In what sense of this box do we choose to think around?

Six sides of a metaphor and it still maintains more substance than I do

We have a million reasons and innumerable excuses

For why we let our failures be our voices

Speaking lies on ourselves while we seek to discover this universe

Our lost days stretch past forty and we’re blind stumbling in circles

Focusing on following our end yet wondering why our present choices

Fail to mirror our inner intent when we’ve neglected to decide upon it

Complacent minds breed worthless conclusions

Unmemorable vacancies foretell our absence of volume

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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