I don't know enough to be yours.
I know too much
to get up and move off.
I want to live in my hard head
but I want you there too.
I don't know how to articulate my
endless wandering words
whose walls I just try to surround you with
hoping you will break through.
You know so much more than maladroit me,
I don't know whether to give up.
Somehow me without you would be less free.
How I love being free.
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'I don't know how to articulate my
endless wandering words
whose walls: I just try to surround'
'You know so much more than maladroit me'..
(“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
"Gnothi Seauton - Know Thyself")..
true wisdom, is showcasing transformative knowledge
without ever realising it...
thanks for sharing dear poet
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