Seems fit.

Perhaps we simply stand 
and guess at another's 
motive. One to our making
- I mean, liking. Seems fit,
for an obvious asshole. 

Or perhaps we do what 
many of high IQ do - take 
an IQ test! Pleased at the 
result, we celebrate with 
our chums, Mensa. No 
one else wants to. Envy. 

Seems fit.

Or if we dare, and perhaps 
- we do, simply. As we've 
never tried it simply before.
We learn to lessen, pare away
flourish. Streamline excess.
Focus past distraction, on
essence, with light, grace,
wild elegance and strict
minimalism. 

Seems fit! 

Or you know, perhaps 
we simply do as we 
have. Fare on in minor
setback, incremental
advance, from habit
to lack and back again.
To see what fun it always 
is, and how flat, until
it seems fit.