We no longer learn from one another.
We gather only among the like-minded,
drawn by instinct to sterile halls of sameness,
those places where you once said,
“I do not belong here.”
Yet sterility devours us.
By clutching our reflections,
we seal ourselves in extinction,
for progress cannot breathe
where nothing shifts,
where nothing dares to change,
where nothing transforms.
And so the world moves on
while we remain still,
safe in our sameness,
slowly erased
by the walls we build.
