We demand terminality. Shrouded and surrounded by unending formality

We embrace practicality. Expounded and hounded by constant criticality

We crank up tonality. Dumbfounded and pounded by loud vocality

We obsess over finality. Compounded and confounded by life's constant banality

So

Why choose endings rather than bendings as we eclipse the path before us?

Why select stopping instead of hopping over the obstacles ahead?

Why so rigid and brittle, in the place of agile and nimble, when navigating the way before us?

Why is noise more important than poise when we find a still and silent moment?

Why waste energy, and remain out of synergy with nature's sweet symphony?