Knowing Better:
Some call this hypervigilance,
Usually, only after first learning what it means,
But we call it knowing better.
To have lived is not equal to accounting for a perspective,
At times, a poor substitute for the cognitively immobile,
Yet we endure the looks of bafflement and unguided fear.
Cloaks are deployed to navigate,
Upon you tread bare and unmindful of your dripping waste,
We continue to nod our heads with eyes on the impelling horizon.
Contravene:
Assailed by consecutive and seemingly unrelated misfortunes,
Those who have incurred no direct costs lash out.
You fret, looking for reason,
When their targets of punishment rely on the very basest of their natures.
We look on seemingly disfigured,
The erosional plane of minimizing suffering is where we work.
Unconcerned, you continue to wail upon your fading shadow,
For you only seek legacy and the mirror for what is to follow.
On Earthly Matters:
The elder doth nourish the developing,
Through actions decaying into the flow between tepid and fresh waters,
We, however,
Excise ourselves from the ritual of courting, leaving behind our accomplishments,
Not waste.
We break with the common precept to find happiness and meaning,
To put others first as we navigate the uncharted.
Yet you mistake us as mournful and unfamiliar,
Oh, how poor the debtor be that never ceases to invest,
And is doomed to only relate to their own sorrow.