Conditioning Poem by Brooklyn Joy

Conditioning
Conditioned state it seems to be: your love, your life, your reality
Stimulated by our senses, vacuous ending facts remain
Remain, wasted to the mind of creation; wasted are the laws of man
Man of truth, truth of laws, truth of dictative limited states
A question is worth a thousand more, to this fact we yield our questions
We ask but disregard, we cannot release our comforting senses
Senses, emotions, realities; the prison of captive thought
We act to the response, but limited senses dictate the reaction
Limited senses make a captive mind; captivity is blind
Mind cannot reach into the unknown, for comprehension is lost
Human mind is a feeble thing; unknown leaves a primitive being
Known knowledge a conditioned state; retaining human reason
Purpose is lost without reason; chaotic webs spawn without purpose
Disorder challenges the mind, challenges notions, notions of life
Naïve our are thoughts, we press not, upon our imprisoning walls
We trust simplistic nerve signals, received through stimulation
Making us conformist beings, changing to fit our own comforts
Blinding, to this the mind of humanity is a conditioned state