I do not know your thoughts
Those things that drift here and there
Sometimes choosing to linger sleepily
Those things that rush from side to side
Sometimes climbing to great heights
Those things that help define
The unique and priceless aspects
Of heart, mind and spirit
I do not know yours
It doesn’t help at all
That matters of a human heart
The troubles of every soul
Can change the thoughts
At any given time there is
I suppose if they did not ever shift
People would never ever change
Remaining the same, always and forever
Children would stay children
No one would become stronger
Can all of this possibly mean
That you can’t at all grow up
If you do not suffer, do not feel pain?
Does the inevitable hurt make you strong?
Is it some sort of key to maturity?
Or is it perhaps the way
The way you choose to suffer
That makes a person who they are?
Is there even a choice for that?
I suppose sometimes it doesn’t
Even matter how you suffer
You become stronger regardless
If you survive.
I do not know this either though
But I think I will know soon
Or at least, maybe, perhaps someday
My life is just at the beginning
And life seems to be both pain and luxury
Though I wish there was no hurt.
You just have to find
Something worth suffering for
Or something that’s not quite
Worth suffering for in the least bit
And a way to do it, of course
The rewards will quickly follow
Blessed are those who suffer
For the one who did it all for us first
Now back to thoughts
You know some of mine
Yet I am no closer to figuring out
Those thoughts in your mind
Are these yours or mine?
Do you think these thoughts at all?
When you think you’re stuck
Just go the other way
Perhaps you’ll find the answer there.
Remember...I love you.
Truly, I do.
Always.
And forever.
No matter your thoughts.
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Shadow World (The Best of Ai)
PoetryI do not know your thoughts. I do not know your heart. I do not know your deepest desires, your hopes, or late night ponderings. Would you like to know mine? (Alternatively) A collection of Ai's best pieces of writing, short stories, random bursts...