We are all stuck

If you look up, into the sky, you'll understand:
our feet are fixed, we are all stuck,
like beaches holding ocean's hand.

 

Our anatomy is a cell, our brain the latrine,

whose edges we all firmly tuck,

to keep our barriers from being seen.

 

If words are pillars, and the mind a temple,

then why is learning so unpopular,

when resources exist, unprecedently ample?

 

I'll tell you why: we are all stuck.

And to philosophize, to be the proper,

will add to the helplessness with which you are struck.

 

Not to mention it hurts, when one tries to figure

when all dreams have been dreamt, can we really dream bigger

than the unknowable? And if we don't have this,

with all grasped could a dream even really exist?