Everything about you is oblivious. Your blinkered, narrow ambition. The sounds you utter with your mouth and mind all day, every day. Your perspective on the everyday and on the future. Your love for the immediate. Your lack of consideration for those near, but maybe not dear, to you.

Everything about you is oblivious. It shows in the way you choose convenience over truth. In the way you circumvent, not face. In the way you embrace denial, not answers.

Everything about you is oblivious. And yet, you cannot flee awareness in the end. That is inevitable.