We think, we comprehend, we flourish

We shape, we exchange, we buttress

We critique, we persist, we don’t care

Yet, most don’t

They move, like striders on water, gliding

Rather than take a plunge

The cold, deep blue water, enveloping

The unknown, the mis understood, the soon to be understood

A tragic loss, potential left for nothing, but not for some

Some take the plunge, the find the treasures beneath

But infrequently, we emerge form the deep to tell the others of the gems discovered

But they simply glide atop the lake, looking for the answers on the surface

Your understanding matters not but to yourself