They complain in their head
and complain in their bed
when really they should
do something better instead
but they're wired to moan
and they all love a groan
when they're with their good friends
or when they're alone
They're happy with this
a complaint brings them bliss
and all things considered
they don't know what they miss.
they blah the blah
to sound profound
but all that comes
is blah and blah
they blah the blah
but blah too hard
and all that comes
is fake blah blah
they blah the blah
for reputation
but all that comes
is blah dumb dumb
all these books
on the overfilled shelves,
a vast, restless search for answers
for meaning and purpose and how to live
when all they contain
is a vast, restless fumbling for answers
no one ever getting there
well, not quite no one
but very few
and no novelists
no poets
no history books
lots of clues
but rarely the one that stands out
so clearly to me just now
stop buying books
if you're looking for answers
in them.
The observer observes the object
absorbs it whole
becomes the object
replacing the observer
with the observed
and then the observer returns
to observe its next experience
