With lack of contentment in silenced seats
We stare and ponder our own
But wonder not
Of those we perceive as greater than us
And how for them contentment was to arise
When each focused on the others success
We neglect our own capacity
And how silly we are
To overlook our unified nature
Knowing that by nature we compromise not
All souls created with intention
But lacking grasp
And repeating onward without
Wondering why we are unhappy
With a lingering lack of motivation
Why we are bored
Grass growing greener on distant realties
We succumb to normalcy
Finding bliss in only thoughtless moments
but moments arriving in few
Our anxious judgements neglecting certainty
Never to allow satisfaction
For what is peace without growth
And what is progress without serenity
