There is a truth
I know,
and I feel the truth is something
no one wants to know.
Like most realities
others would most likely
want to be blissfully ignorant,
I can't say I wouldn't
Disagree. But it is worth something
unlike nothing,
nothing has no matter
something is a matter.
However dense, however hollow
There is worth in anything,
maybe in nothing
seeds of thought sprout.
Consciousness grows with each
ounce of sunlight from each
passing day.
Branches extend outward
from the origins, in the name of progression.
We grow, we understand