All the information at my fingertips,
yet this illiteracy of the truth.
A fish of the ocean,
I talk of becoming the ocean whilst being judgemental about water,
am I mature enough to be a seeker?
I talk big words about the vast sky,
yet keep stumbling upon stones,
is the sky a pass time or stones are out to get me?
There is so much static,
I can't hear the truth,
how can I be receptive enough?
Just a little cloud,
that would cease to exist in a few moments,
can I dare aspire to become the sky?
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Puisi"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
