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
how happy they would be
if they could just have
this one
And I cannot help
but feel contempt for these people.
Not because I hate them,
but because they are so
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.


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