Shallow

You can't fathom the strength,

That comes with strain,
The hold of the universe,

The beauty of things plain.

Mere words we are allowed,

Things with such restraint,

They barely mean much,

And rarely do they not fail.

Intertwined in complexities,

Miserably lacking in faith,

The only thing that moves us,

Are feelings of immediate pain.

Look sharp into the horizon,

Like old romantics,

Watch the dreams soar like beams.
Look past a reflection,

Watch the undercurrents,

Think of all the things they can mean.

As thickness of thought,

And depth of sense fleets away.
Stands a generation,

Talking about a world to change.