jus lemme be

We are rather incompetent for how much we flaunt our stock. No prowess, no speed or agility. Blinking lights don't cut it anymore; even change settles into an accustomed pattern. No attention span. Sirens weren't meant to be a nuisance, but when things become the norm they're maddening. And not in the intended way, for wailing alarms. No rose-smelling. It's all because we'd rather not be bothered when we have things to do, ladders to climb. Once you get to the top you see EVERYTHING. Infinitesimally small. But relative to the cosmos, you're still only grounded in the mountain's peak. Nothing is crystal clear from way up there but the dirt and worms at your feet anyway. It's funny. The view is probably better halfway-noway up anyhow. Don't ignore the annoying sirens.