Reverie
I’m afraid I can’t see
Past the blindness in me
It covers the hurt most obscurely
Matters not if I try
My sub conscience is sly
And it continues my journey so wry.
If I followed this mind
It would hope to find
Another so great and benign.
But soon I shall see
That the narrative in me
Has thee lost within its own sea.
An ocean of knowledge in kind
Has left me so far behind
So normal thoughts no longer spring to mind.
March 2005
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