Dumb is like dust
The dust of the empty mind
They are weary
The particles float silently
Past the light shafts
Random, Simple, Pointless
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,
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.