The Mind is a Coupled Oscillator

Strictly speaking,
I’m not seeking
Some great panacea.

The world would be better
Without yet another
Snake oil salesman.

Yet I’m not content
To just make a dent
On my little corner.

I refuse to concede
That our world’s wisdom seed
Holds only finite potential.

The answers are out there,
The market’s laissez-faire,
But can I catch them?

I sense the prospects
Of latent progress,
Though not how to tap it.

When winds of change
Sweep past our plains,
Will I lead the currents?

But I’ll give it the old college try anyway.