Great minds conjure grand designs,
whilst sipping wine with flair,
they ponder futures far and bright,
ideas that soar in air.
But when the day turns into night,
their whispers start to stray,
from theories grand to gossip small,
and trivial matters sway.
Average minds recount the news,
of events both near and far,
they gather round with eager ears,
to share each rising star.
Yet, when the chatter starts to lull,
their focus shifts anew,
from worldly happenings to neighbour’s tales,
and scandals soon ensue.
Small minds revel in the dirt,
of lives they do not know,
they dish on every detail,
in an endless, noisy show.
But in the quiet of their thoughts,
they dream of heights unseen,
and ponder questions vast and deep,
in moments in between.
So here we find our merry lot,
in circles great and small,
each mind a mix of grand and low,
each rises and does fall.
For in the end, we’re all the same,
both lofty and mundane,
great minds may dream of distant lands,
but small minds roam the plain.