What if all the chemicals and screens
disappeared from the earth,
would you crawl out of your skin
or rise to the task?
it is said that there is no cure
because answers thrive only in silence
when one learns how to ask

Instead we accelerate
to consume noise
through wild fields of dopamine,
clawing with no poise
we exploit weakness for personal gain
until sincerity bleeds from the picture
and there’s no room left in frame
for an honest work of art
because we’d rather exhaust the canvas
with moments devoid of heart

Humility is a difficult lesson
most live in reverie
as hollow, floating silhouettes
desperate to equate value
with material progress
until one of two options remain:
convene with the shaking breaths
or envision a hapless fate

Darkness, it looms
pleading to steer our attention
to do nothing and sit with grace
showing a natural way
to create harmony while sifting
through time and space,
yet we continue to sit
upon ivory towers
ignoring balance that only succeeds
with the fusion of light,
because in darkness
is the beginning of all life