I forgot before I knew
I’m not shaped by what
Anyone else thinks about me
Do you agree?
Have you ever noticed how
People don’t listen when
They think they know
What you’re going to say?
Made me want to write a letter
It read: Dear So and So
I am not satisfied with
The way things turned out
But I still love you very much
Perhaps it’s not our destiny
To live together at this point
In our lives
Thank you for everything
I realized later it was a note to self
To feel like he left a message
For himself when he got there later
Individual realities to relate to the whole
In a philosophical dream I heard
A voice say:
We are more susceptible to the answer
When we are not confused by it’s question
We are more flexible in our response
To things when we illuminate the hard wiring
A green and yellow bird flew into the room
Fluent in Greek he said:
Being effected unconsciously
By those emotionally limits
The choice to consciously understand
His heart echoed back
“It is impractical to succeed
When we choose not to!”
Hanging on tightly to trees
Growing perpendicular
To the mountain
By allowing the choice
Not to is to be made
For us only by ourselves
The silence afterward
Could only be a lie
The hesitancy to react
Was his giant pink tongue
Licking the ground with
Wise salivation
© GÄ
Poétique 