On the quest for understanding
Can you see from where I’m coming,
Where I’m going
Where I’m standing?
Theres a reason
A rhyme
A rhythm in
These footsteps of mine
I’m looking
Searching, longing
To be “gotten”
To be seen and believed
There’s a longing
That is born within
And it will not stop tugging
Until this battle I win
And there’s a riddle
To be solved
Can I be understood
And loved?
I think I can
I feel I should
Somewhat like that engine
That could…
As a child
I was told
To listen and understand
But now that I’m older
It’s not as easy as that
Listening is a step
Understanding is a leap
It’s seeing even deeper than what lies beneath
There’s a muse inside
She lives in my head
And she tells me that some day
I will be understood
But like most poets
It might just have to wait
Until after I’m dead.
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