We all come into this crazy world,
With nothing but a breath or two.
We look around beyond the ground,
But the infinite lies beyond the blue.
We can’t understand why two and two is four,
Or even why the apple falls to the floor,
We are not told how to be or what to see,
We simply stand knocking at the door.
Many believe in what they cannot see,
They talk of Love yet they hate everything,
Some are locked away for being bizarre,
Are we all insane? Perhaps we are.
- Author: David Wakeling ( Offline)
- Published: April 14th, 2023 00:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments3
Sanity can be so different to us all but if we were all the same it would be a very boring world.
Andy
So true.Thanks for commenting
So true so true dear poet...someone once we are the thoughts of those who surround us...we dont exist..we are not ought too..and it all makes sense somehow
Thank you for your thoughtful comments
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