We shut our minds
from the reality of
that which there is,
then we delve deep
into unassumed perceptions, not
without thought but with
utmost self denial.

The truth becomes art painted
by our very hands,
which more often than not is
the abstract we do not comprehend, but yet
smile in appreciation of.

Not to be considered foolish,
we succumb to this....
pleasurable nonsense of being
one like all.

I look at us
and I smile
because I see
that
We are frail,
we are weak,
we are foolish,
we are human.