It Becomes Pointless

It becomes a pointless,
And forgettable activity...
When a conscious mind,
Bemoans an obvious blockade,
Preventing a forward movement...
Those with eyes,
But refuse to see.

If those in the majority,
Have decided confusion is the way...
Why bust a gut,
Yelling as if crazed...
A deadend selected,
Is not a closed gate that will open...
If they stayed and prayed.

It becomes pointless.
Demeaning!
And most importantly...
Attracts an attention,
Others find amusing.

poem by Lawrence S. PertillarReport problemRelated quotes
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