I have thoughts,
ideas.
They well up
from within.
We all have thoughts,
ideas, welling up from
who knows where.
Many unique,
having meaning.
Unique meaning.
Our world, all around,
pulsating with such
thoughts, ideas.
Bubbling in a cauldron,
mixing, coalescing with
others.
The symphony's crescendo
ever playing out.
Where will it take us?
Will it ever end?
Humanities music, the
score, years in the making.
The proof of us
is in the music.
Is anyone listening?
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Great piece. This is one of my favorites that I’ve read in my short time on this website. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading my work and for your kind words.
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