The Detachment Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

An acceptance of what is,
To move on from it...
Increases the prospects of progress.
Although one will eventually admit,
The detachment at first permits a loneliness.

To stay fixed and unchanged,
With the times that are in constant movement...
Is a game one decides to play with others comforted.
Not to realize what is condoned,
Are habits only attractive to the ones...
Living in a past to pass judgement on themselves.
Which has adapted their minds...
Not to look forward but back.

To entrapped those who have become saddened,
By the embrace of their mental enclosures.
Finding they have become more exposed,
To that which they had at one time opposed.
Now find themselves praying,
For opportunities to escape through doors now closed.

An acceptance of what is,
To move on from it...
Increases the prospects of progress.
Although one will eventually admit,
The detachment at first permits a loneliness.

To do with no improvement done,
Accomplishes nothing for anyone.
And that proof is in the observation.
But those deluded do not seek evidence.
Even if it is clear a rebellion against this exists.