You’re all missing out on what goes on in my head
thoughts left unwritten are thoughts left unsaid.
There’s still so much stuff that I don’t understand,
I’d type it all out but it just hurts my hands.
I’m starting to see why the world never progresses.
Our wisdom comes late and winds up as “confessions.”
The Clerics who hear them are sworn not to share
these words of wisdom with others who care.
The “living” keep living going around and around,
never hearing the words of the wisdoms that bound
like an ocean of lightning- never really observed;
for the dead cannot talk or ever be heard.
And the wisdom we gather is something to share
with those who are living while we’re all still here.
May 4th, 2016
Home - River Oaks
Concord, NC
thoughts left unwritten are thoughts left unsaid.
There’s still so much stuff that I don’t understand,
I’d type it all out but it just hurts my hands.
I’m starting to see why the world never progresses.
Our wisdom comes late and winds up as “confessions.”
The Clerics who hear them are sworn not to share
these words of wisdom with others who care.
The “living” keep living going around and around,
never hearing the words of the wisdoms that bound
like an ocean of lightning- never really observed;
for the dead cannot talk or ever be heard.
And the wisdom we gather is something to share
with those who are living while we’re all still here.
May 4th, 2016
Home - River Oaks
Concord, NC
