Insight comes from within, right?
What is insight, really
is it an intuition of sorts?
Is it proof of purchase,
evidence of experience,
a guided groundedness?
Who has insight, and
who is a fool on a stool?
I heard a man proudly proclaim
that his father never passed 8th grade
and that he learned everything he knew
from this man,
who taught him to doubt everything “they told you”
what could possibly go wrong, listening to this man
and all of his insight
all of his wisdom
He has lived life, truer than most!
His insight keeps him alive, or is it something else,
something less worthy of a boast?
Is insight something we earn,
something we pay for,
or something we borrow?
Do we get to choose our insights, our views, our perspective
or is it something assigned, something imposed, something projected?
I ask, because I worry
You see, I have too many
I don’t know who to believe
Tom, Dick, Harry, or Sally.
Strong opinions, different approaches
All of their insights, piled high onto me
I wish I could tell them to stop,
tell them to leave me be.