We chase certainty
Perceive the unknown as alien
Instead of handing over control
We proceed to mail it in
Leave it in the junk bin
To prevent latent grief
And other brief tensions
Encumbrances we meet
Should puncture some vents
In our bubble, let the air in it
Better yet
Venturing outside our airless aquarium
Our built nest, platos cave
Once we're unchained
Our behavior then becomes strange
To the layman that remain
So instead we don't escape
And don't let anyone else enter in
To shelter our sheltered view
True maldevelopment
Collective madness
Attributes of absolutes
Prevent contamination
With a polluted vacuum
Which is counterintuitive
Counteractive to congruity
We all pursue to be set free
With ambiguity
Thinking we can control
All variables is hysterical
We may not know whats good for us
Go with the breeze as it flows.
To Be Frank: 