I found it a pity.
You say you’re a blacksmith but never forge any iron or steel.
You say you’re a merchant but never open up your stall.
You say you’re a fisherman but never sail.
What are you really?
You’re just a hollow picking up whatever empty shells you find to hide.
You’re just a transparency matching up with whatever colors you embrace.
You’re just an empty word praying for meaning.
What am I really?
The abandoned forge.
The unopened stall.
The sinking boat.
Thousands of iron
Thousands of gold.
Thousands of fish.
What are we really?
Photo by Benjaminrobyn Jespersen.