Wellbeing’s Tightrope

How imbalanced
The world’s audience,
That species of intellect
Repeatedly duped by the heart,
Where the mediocrity of life’s short pleasures
Render reason and logic tenuous,
A potential demise

Unfulfilled on life’s tightrope.

Our species’ stage of many opening acts,
Where once were major hits of mindful reward and achievement,
Now increasingly experience shorter runs,
Where losses are exorbitant,
Patrons of thought and debate
Are made to feast on spoon-fed nourishment,
While their conditioned clapping habit
Continues to support false hopes of escape.

How tragic might such lack of experience be,
Avoiding the teachable global tragedy,
Choosing to wallow in laughter and song,
Denying the mind’s inclusion as partner to the heart?

Might we be but an audience of escapees,
A populace of care-nots,
Of solipsistic narcissists
Ready to perpetuate a fast beating heart’s demand
For the promised reward of any length…
At any cost?

If heart is disillusioned by momentary pleasures,

Does such rejection of the mind’s rational-caution

Forebode potential long regrets?

If so…

Could one be missing something?