The Distance..

Distant for what we desire,
Chilled but not too cold…
The virtues we anticipate,
Hardly boils to a point beyond our fait…
It is the simple mind that makes us compile the trial works of complications.
We have lost at our own cost; yet the spending is never-ending!

Trial by more error, we try to learn what we thought we knew…
In the presence of our nature, we have no clue!
Questions concerning consent, and avoidance of the truth we reinvent,
A cooperative extent that never belonged to be revealed…

And what is relevant??
Could matter be too materialistic??
Has the depth been too deep to fix it?

Shallow so hollow, the big empty cannot be filled…