sometimes concrete is better than depth.
often times depth is meaningful, thought provoking and quenches our thirst for purpose.
But when we start to value this depth more than the value of our time or sanity, we lose purpose.
Depth now becomes a vanity,
to lay our ego and pride.
A meaningless maze, to which the key is locked in a hardened heart.

The irony is when depth becomes a shallow etiquette, inconsiderate of rationale and logic.
How could something so profound melt in the fire of its own passion?
leaving only the ashes of bitter confusion.
or perhaps, reluctance to accept the fault in its ego.

The essence of self become disrupted.
Once again the mind is left rampant, with many questions and unfulfilling answers.


© shahrazad