The dim and the spark

 Two brothers interact on the balcony.
The smarter one talks of purpose and reason.
The simple one said his cup like his heart like his mind was empty.
The smarter one said that one needs a crafted destiny.

Movement and direction thats what he believed.
His simple brother was satisfied enough to follow along.
He never questioned much, reflected, mused, pontificated.
But never questioned, never initiated.

The smarter brother was crippled.
The simple one a drunk.
The smarter brother dreamed dreams that obliged him to stepinto the unknown.
The simple one would resist everything but eventually be convinced.

Flow with the river that was his brother.
Smile easily conjured onto the face.
The simple brother floated.
The smarter one forged.

Yet the simple one in his caution and locked with the present was understood as the intelligent one.
And the smarter who took risks and made huge mistakes was understood to be the dim one.