Realism

Our minds are like clouds that travel,

Which is difficult to unravel;

Thoughts and emotions start to swell,

Wish and wants do always dwell;

People should think of oneness,

Though lives move with roughness;

Existence has become interrogative,

Where resistance is always a prerogative;

The present moment is susceptible,

Accepting this is inevitable;

Let the mind wander

Into the yonder...