Things are usually not as they seem.
Things usually don’t make sense.
We enjoy sequence, but that’s not how things happen in the wilderness.
In real life.
By the way, the word “things” is being used to describe a number of things right now.
This poem is meant to paint a picture of the wild.
A person goes out of their way to let others know how little they care.
They do (deeply) they just don’t want you to know.
They go out of their way to show you how much they do care.
They don’t (really) they just don’t want you to know.
A person goes out of their way to display their wealth.
They don’t (have it) really, they just like the perks that come with the facade.
They go out of their way to let you know how little wealth they have.
They lie. They just enjoy the perks that come with the facade.
That very same person could also be showing how little wealth they have so you’re aware of the lack thereof.
What we know to be true is full of holes.
Understanding (or being aware of our lack thereof) is necessary.
Too many variables and goals.
Too little time to understand.
But what do we know? We’re young.
Things are usually not what they seem.
Very few absolutes.
But we freeze and accept.
We just believe (and we accept this) in them (unless there are rules).
This may not even be a poem.
We literally could’ve simply taken several lines from several websites, paraphrased and compiled them.
Not saying we did, it’s just possible.
Too little time and too little focus.
Things could be what they seem. Just with…alternative solutions.