Analytical Mission

An analytical mission taken to begin,
To dissect one's thought process.
And the core of its origin.
As if with ease to believe,
One's intelligence can be measured.
Is often a task difficult to pass.
By those declared,
Experts who are wise and knowledgeable.
With degrees acquired,
From the best prestigious schools...
Money can buy to certify their wisdom.
However...
If any of this has been proven to be true.
Why have those,
Who have acquired common sense.
Are not the ones solicited,
To fix the mess...
Defined brilliant and genius minds,
Have left behind incapable to correct.
And yet...
Paid to explain,
A noticeable incompetence people accept.
As if made to understand,
What has been created...
Should be viewed and valued,
To be nonetheless a genuine work of art!

'Did you see what I saw to see?'

'Yes!
I saw what you saw to see.
And thank God I am now convinced,
A mess we once thought it to believe...
Is a unique creation.
Only we should think of ourselves blessed,
To experience in the way we have.'

'Everywhere on my body,
The goosebumps dance.'

'We are living close to Nirvana.'

'So grateful we all should be,
To live in a place where brilliance...
Is on the lips of our scholarly experts.