by Jonathan Becedas

The mind blurred by mediocre problems.
That's how we are.
We argue for tiny things.
We fight for insignificant causes.
We worry about banalities.

The word problem
torments us,
it blackens us,
it clouds us.

Everything is a problem.
And we jump from one to the other,
because it's our turn
and because we want,
because they are redoubts of everything,
they are nothing.

If we would open our mind
when it is turbulent,
we would notice
the absurdity that occupies
our attention;
and more,
having so many important things
to really attend to.