You ask questions and avoid answers Profound - or so you like to believe Riddles and enigmas That shed light on your shallow thoughts Idealisms and passing fancies
Their not yours, are they? You heard them elsewhere and Rephrased them - poorly Under the guise of your own wit and wisdom You attempt to speak life into another idea But they were already breathing They were already alive
you spread their notion wafer-thin Unrecognizable, yet still with the body You leave what you can't understand Praying it's all filler Doesn't matter, does it? It's the admiration you seek Not what is true And good And meaningful
And if you're lucky And not found a fraud Tiny seeds will grow inside your head Pushing out the rot and lies and veils Nurturing the ideas You "borrowed" Into the tree of knowledge
your free will tested Will you dine on the fruit and become aware Or let it rot And remain You
~meditations~