Troublesome muse

Your crazed demands
Couldn't phase the moon
In their eyes

You've never seen
Some true autodidacts

Venturing heuristic minds

The smoke at 3 o' clock
Billows softly with your kind

Pre-wired ideals tax
Only the few who will see its crime

"Why" is your enemy
"Just how it is"
Is your afternoon wine

How could anyone be so blind?