We are the Gods of Foolishness,
proclaiming loudly to the world
our childish wisdom. Yet we know
so little, even of ourselves.
We listen too much to our thoughts
and feelings; wrap ourselves in self.
We trust in our interpretations,
yet all our trust has been misplaced.
It is imagination’s fault –
we let it carry us away
to where we aren’t, and there we stay,
believing all our made perspectives.
We find ourselves stuck in this place.
It brings us nothing but despair,
and yet we make a home inside its walls;
draw the curtains; lock the doors.
It is a self-made cell, whose safety
allows us to waste our lives ranting.
But listen: no one’s listening.
Pull back the curtains; unlock the door.
Quiet your thoughts; distance your feelings.
Allow yourself to take a leap
of faith; to walk outside, in silence,
for you must start to live again.
Each one of us can find a path
which leads us to a different view:
a place to look outside ourselves;
an endless sky, pointing to heaven.
