Transformation

Conspiracies abound, we are informed

They eat our time, but we are not transformed

We’ve come of age, when news is needed

The mind is kept alive, and we’ve conceded

Transformation is not an exercise in restraint

Or the inner indulgence of a saint

It is a step away from where we stand

Into silence where nothing is planned

There isn’t a mandate for transformation

We eke out happiness from theoretical information

The mind when pleased, relaxes its grip

Giving a whiff of freedom, our feet are arrested lest they slip

The past is conspiring with the future

We give ourselves as an able suitor

Forgetting its time, for transformation

It comes, when we simply watch the rest of creation