As I hold onto my words
I gather that others
see them differently
just as I see red
someone else may orange.

Just like a blind man
who was blind from birth
in comparison to one
who lost it after sight...
where is the reference point?

It is experience. It's life.
What you make of it
and what you grew into.
The people who molded you
either for better or worse.

As I grasp tightly
my words remind me of control
what little of it I do have
as my fingers create
what my mind is thinking.

03/17/2008

Author's Note: Did I write this? Weird mood. Just some thoughts. Very much a tangent, no focus. I apologize.

Posted on 03/17/2008
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