The bland mediocrity of "this is nice"
Is not for me.
The saying of something to fill a vacuum
Of words to try and bridge a void
Is an abuse of language
And of nature's gifts
I want to engage on a plane of ideas
I want my mind to feel tested, challenged
To travel in thought and to set the world right
I want to soar beyond
The tedium of toe tapping torpor.
With you, a door opens to decades of discussion
Of doubt and debate, of life.
With you, ideas take on a life that moves me.
With you, I come alive.
With you, I could live.