To be understood
Is inconsequential
Especially when
You're alone
The people
Shift around
You feel
A blur
And you spin
You look
At the busy
People rushing
By and by
Something is
More important
Something they
Have in sight
Many words
Tornado
And drown
You in fear
You are
In a room
With clear walls
On a bustling street
Loud as a crowd can be
And yet as quiet as a stone
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
