When the physical is all we see
And all we know,
Consumed are we
And dictated to
By the senses five.
Thus are we at the mercy of the elements:
Swept along are we
First one way
And then another
By the current of ignorant perspective;
Turned are we
First in this direction
And then in that
By the tide of popular opinion;
Swayed are we
First this way
And then that
By the ever-changing winds of social dictate.
Our sails are empty
But the seas around us are turbulent.
We sail in the direction of our choice
Not realising we but follow only
In the wake of the ships who sail before us.