The great expanse ⁣⁣
stuck in a lacklustre loop⁣⁣
Somebody’s vision begins to blur⁣⁣
for they are forgetting their youth⁣⁣
The amiable ones shed advice⁣⁣
when they can’t face their own voice
The city folks find it easier to lie ⁣⁣
under their own doing of a starless sky⁣⁣
The apparent distant path to truth ⁣⁣
needs only a look inside⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Pulsing life struck down ⁣⁣
by vile melodies ⁣⁣
Of feeble and worthless order⁣⁣
nibbling away your wondrous gut like a bug⁣⁣
Intuition blurs into a soothing illusion⁣⁣
You find yourself lifeless ⁣⁣
in a museum of disorder⁣⁣
Merging faces stare at those who fail ⁣⁣
to understand their great expanse ⁣⁣
Stuck in a lacklustre loop ⁣⁣
of finding meaning in the futile external you

Painting by Peter Goodfellow