I Don't Pretend I Know What It Is I Have To Do

When once I sat upon this wall
Blankly starring at the ground beneath
I had thoughts which I dared to say
But dared not to remember as
they were too deep.

And now the closest I may come
To the understanding I once had
Is to ask of those to whom I spoke
What it was I said and how I did,
where the pauses were.

I don’t think the thoughts were new
Because new thoughts are hard to come by.
I think instead they were new to say,
But I suppose I would have liked
to hear them said.

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