What Is

Ideals

Little pillars of green,
Blow softly in the wind.
I sit and wonder what I've seen,
What has come, and what has been.

Massive columns of white,
Drift slowly in the sky.
I dully ask who has the right,
To question what is and why.

We sit in vibrations,
Which force us to move.
We strive for a good sensation;
In comfort to set the mood.

I lust for more knowledge.
To know more of what is.
But trapped in the mindless college,
I know no more--than the quiz.

Reviews

[Liam Nealey]

I really like the comparison between what is natural and what is not. Also the contrast between a thirst for knowledge and what college has become, a place for mindless, repetitive, often pointless judgment. Very nice!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Very interesting and well written.
To lust for knowledge is good isn't it?
Enjoyed this..

Chloe

[Winter McPherson]

Interesting poem. Who had the right to question indeed.