untitled.

I couldn't quite fathom what it is you believe.
I remain standing still in a tranquil state of confusion, the stature of in-depth conversations falling short... failing to intrigue the listner.
Words fall from their mouths, spill from their pores.
Scriptures of the ancient are chanted.
In the center of this monotheistic utopia, you are as average as the followers among you, resembling less than what you've been taught.
You've learned to catch each shingle that falls from the shelter above your head, and to clear each plate from the table of those who eat.