And the world ran ahead, leaving firm earth behind

What has happened in so few years? I feel I can hardly think anymore. My mind is a mess, constantly bombarded by opinions about everything. I can no longer act or express any thought, without a contrary suggestion.

I try to cancel it out. Block news, block opinions, block everything. I want to focus on what I can see, feel, hear, touch. I want something real.

But no matter what I do, wherever I go, the mind gets forced to think. The marionette tugged by invisible threads. I want less, but must endure more.

It is not that I don't care about the world, or that I don't care about us all. I just can't care anymore. I am only capable of acting on what is close to me, on firm ground.

It is not that I don't want to learn and explore. But what is left to find, when everything is a corruption of something else. No longer is anything connected to the source, to terra firma. The truth so much laundered, no cloth remains.

I want to give, create, shape the clay I've been given. But what's the point? What's the purpose? Is another thread tugging what we need?

The world ran ahead, leaving its heart and soul behind. I stand still, waiting for sunrise.