Discovered Notes

In the mind, a symphony,
The reality, a cacophony.
All those lessons met with antipathy,
Average passed as idiosyncrasy.

The tune you play, the melody,
Plagiarised from massed mentality,
Nothing but amplified facsimile,
Reduced to simple zealotry.

Feelings your only temptation,
The mirror your only flirtation,
Your view the only narration,
In your dance of sad stagnation.

Be silent and take an excursion,
Past the boundaries of aversion,
Ignoring the constant diversion,
And into a life of immersion.

Be part of the Hive discussion.

• Comment on the topics of the poem, and add your perspectives and experiences.
• Read and discuss with others who comment and build your personal network
• Engage well with me and others and put in effort

And you may be rewarded.