Words from ink to pen,
If I died today, would these words be read?
I am sorry, did not mean to start with dread.
I'm in a mood; would I understand if I were you?
Rhythm, rhyme, I'm looking to find,
but the light goes out with the pattern.
I wonder if the greats understood their gibberish,
too.
I came to say one thing, and look!
I've said more (whoops, sorry for the ego).
I am hoping that my foolishness has drawn you in
(would it, if I were you?).
Please read:
Anything looks small next to a galaxy
big next to an atom;
They don't teach this in school:
an oak is just its size.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
Words from ink to pen,
If I died today, would these words be read?
I am sorry, did not mean to start with dread.
I'm in a mood; would I understand if I were you?
Rhythm, rhyme, I'm looking to find,
but the light goes out with the pattern.
I wonder if the greats understood their gibberish,
too.
I came to say one thing, and look!
I've said more (whoops, sorry for the ego).
I am hoping that my foolishness has drawn you in
(would it, if I were you?).
Please read:
Anything looks small next to a galaxy
big next to an atom;
They don't teach this in school:
an oak is just its size.
Written after watching Into the Wild. My pen ran out of ink just after the last word was written.
Love may be resilient;
May love be resilient.
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