Dumb is like Dust

Dumb is like dust

The dust of the empty mind

They are weary

The particles float silently

Past the light shafts

Random, Simple, Pointless

Thoughts.

They accumulate, but nothing more

Then suddenly, it gets kicked up

And flies through the air, searching.

Searching for a way to return,

Return all the particles back,

To their original places.

The dumb head wants the particles back,

Just the way they were, it doesn’t want,

It doesn’t need, it hates the new,

Information.

To these, thoughts are bullets,

That spray the dust around, blast it

Into quantifiable shapes, splatters.

The evidence that the dumb minds,

Will never be the same,

And will never attain their version of peace,

Because the dust, will never settle.

The End

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