Eloquence Lost

A short poem about me thinking about life and where it gets humanity.

Perhaps thinking is overrated
a mere exercise for the intellectuals
to stretch and tease their mind
for the simple unwinding

or to tighten their grasp
on the external reality
as opposed to internal


the meaning and the truth
which is hidden,
by the human perception
and all that is beyond in the void
of the nothingness.

Questioning and answering
is as if I were to run in circles
creating beautiful patterns
mere theories and ideas,
but eventually starting
where it all began.