Men attack women.
Men attack men.
Women attack men.
Women attack women.
Sectarianism.
Factions.
Moralities.
Superiorities.
No one finds peace.
Everyone thinks they are the centre.
Everyone hides their flaws.
Everyone tastes their own poison.
Empty opinions.
Hollow opinions.
Disconnected opinions.
Lack comparing itself with lack.
Sadness mocking sadness.
I see it, and I grow exhausted.
I see it, and it is exhausting.
I see it, and it tires me.
I see it, and it is tiring.
Constant comparison.
Ruler in hand.
The fool.
His foolishness.
Those who grow weary open their minds.
Then wait.
They see a door opening.
A carpet unfurls.
It is not the same old thing.
It is not the commonplace frivolity.
It is not what is lost in the realm of time.