Flu of Indifference

A crispy morning
The air is stale
A rejuvenating bath
Water's stagnant taste
A delicious breakfast
Tasteless texture of food

Unstoppable thoughts
Expressionless freedom

Exciting times all-around
No sight of freedom
Of rights and expression
Of thoughts and reforms

No world for sane men to inhabit
None at all for women and babies
No space for thinkers of change

Time for no sane Gods
And insane religiosity
With just Mammon
And the dogs of war
At the altar of worship

We live; we pass the days
We inhabit this time
- Our only inheritance

What will be our legacy?
…Chaos and jellyspine?

We dread the futures
But too timid to step
Forward in time, in thoughts

Such spit and wildfires
Rattling deep-rooted foundations
And hard-built civilisations

The seeker wallows in cold depths
Craving for clarity of thought & action
Seminally afraid of uncomfortable truths

Where's the Third Eye?