Such sweet and nimble words
Yet lost to the tendencies of a questioning mind
Spoken with no satisfaction in the opposing direction
And forever to be molded into another’s conception of a
thought
With no two alike we become unknown
All that we are is merely an agreement, and argument, or
perhaps that that holds no indulgence what so ever
Relations failing,
the idea of being
understood but yet a obscured
misrepresentation of each others own
perceptions.
We know nothing of one another besides the embodiments in
which we are given way too.
Even then we lack in the idea of penetrating someone else’s subconscious,
Yet in complete reality, can we even take meaning of our
own.
It is today that we find ourselves truly undiscovered and
unexplained.
Nothing more than a mystery walking through an anomaly all
in itself.
Thus here we are
So miniscule in
comparison, yet so magnificent in creation.
Perhaps one day when all Is over we will finally find an
answer
Perhaps we won’t and our inquisitions will be left to roam
another day
Yet no matter the de nu mont, it is the will for all things
… that we discover something other than what we think we know.
And in that, who it
is we think we are.
Copyright © 2014
Ashlie Pfeifer
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