This isn’t all that great a poem, but the idea it expresses is something I’ve been struggling with for a while.

Around what does society swing?
What is the pivot, the crux?
What great idea, what a thing,
sparks and ignites such a flux?

Arbitrary though it may seem,
underneath it does have a cause,
a root buried deep in some meme,
a weight against all of the flaws.

Chaotic it is, and profound,
enigmatic puzzles abound,
it won’t ever seek to perfect,
so all it can do is direct.