At Reality’s End

As these wintry days
turn to springful nights,
I find that
I have less
and less
in common
with the people I know.
They talk of the latest car,
how many rooms they want
in their mansion,
their perfect partner
oh,
how happy they would be
if they could just have
this one
thing.
And I cannot help
but feel contempt for these people.
Not because I hate them,
but because they are so
ignorant
to the things that really matter,
and sometimes,
I wish I could go back
to being that ignorant.
But I cannot.
I cannot go back to sleep.

~LT