So long I’ve spent on the question: me,
too little on the answer: we.
We get up in our heads
'bout how our stories will be read.
But I found a kitten who was a stray.
Without thinking, he knows to play.
It begs the question, what would we do?
If we turned off our minds and had a moment or two.
To express our true nature without right and wrong:
I tilted my head back and bellowed a song.
Without judgment, leaves know to fall;
bread knows to rise, and we know love's all.
Minds say that’s wrong, and you can’t forgive,
but silence begs daisies in the concrete to live.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
So long I’ve spent on the question: me,
too little on the answer: we.
We get up in our heads
'bout how our stories will be read.
But I found a kitten who was a stray.
Without thinking, he knows to play.
It begs the question, what would we do?
If we turned off our minds and had a moment or two.
To express our true nature without right and wrong:
I tilted my head back and bellowed a song.
Without judgment, leaves know to fall;
bread knows to rise, and we know love's all.
Minds say that’s wrong, and you can’t forgive,
but silence begs daisies in the concrete to live.
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