How numb are we to our existence
That the everyday melts
Into a melodious wave
Crashing and swelling so,
So predictably.
The bricks blur and
The sun sets before
We can remember it rising.
And we look to leave
Strive to escape the banality
That is the compass of our life.
The comfort of discomfort
Spawns an egg in the crater of our brain.
Nature alters the hue of another world
We see through a biased lens
The peacefully rolling hills
The staunch mountains
The tempting lust of azure water.
But we all see the same moon.
A different angle and a slight of hand
But it’s still the same moon.
Why isn’t it beautiful here?