What’s inside of you
I can only guess
And my guess is foul plenty
Who I am
You can only presume
Hard to predict
There is no map
And you’re a river
With deep waters
And I thought the calm ones would drown
And I’m an ocean, ferocious
And you thought its waters would throw you out
Aware that it’s living
The observer, the observed
Unaware, in question marks
What we know
Is that we don’t.
By tuttysan © 2007
The last line almost smacked me in the face. Perfect.
WC
PS: Thanks for the link – I’ve added you to my list too.
“What we know
Is that we don’t.’….i liked that
I tell myself that everyday, when I feel Im getting too big for my boots…and My pants are getting too smart…well…you’ve expressed it better than me so why bother! Afterall I know nothing
Deep statement. I liked this one.
It is the most preposterous coincidence that while I was reading this, I got a message in my mailbox saying you had commented on my post.
Wow, that is weird!