To admit to myself
That often even I
Don't know what I mean
Don't know what my thoughts are telling me
Don't know what to make
Of all my dreams and day flights
I wish I knew just what
All my messages were saying
Telling me directly
But all I know is the few words and lines
That throw themselves at me
That force me to bite
And I wish I was more
And I wish I could absorb
All that is around me
All that is being said
But all I can do is listen
Sharpen my ears and hope
That my eyes and cells are grasping
More than even I know
I hope my visions
My past and present collections
Of thoughts, and truths
Are able to emerge from me
In ways even I know not
And I hope one day
Far beyond the one from now
I'm able to rock into the truth I've settled in
And understand
Know and feel
All that was said and seen.
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