To be able to “see through everything”
Is not a gift of insight,
But rather it is the worst kind of blindness.
The person who can go a lifetime
Without ever living deeply for anything,
The professional skeptic who
Never quite devotes them self
To anything more than their own opinion,
Is not sophisticated-
They are a prisoner
Of their own contemplation,
A fugitive on the run
From a life that’s bigger than them.
There is a kind of meditation
That renders even life itself to be pointless
And casts a cynical shadow
That can blot out the Sun
On even the brightest of days.
There’s nothing worse
Than talking yourself
Out of the answers to your own prayers,
Standing before the One
You’ve been longing for all along
And swiping left.
The problem with being too woke
Is that it gets increasingly difficult
To see that the reason why
So many things are so
Is because you’ve chosen
To not see the world
In any other way.