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by Greg Williams

How do you explain it,
don't know what to explain.
There are an infinite number of thoughts within mankind,
thoughts, like reality lost in vain.
There are a few concepts,
trickle down to me or you
every so often a brilliant human realizes of something new.
There can be so much to say,
often left unsaid,
finally try to construe a struggled idea,
only to me misread.
Step back a few inches,
maybe a mile or two,
run away from a missed connection,
think about it, "was I wrong or ws it true?"
Words become jumbled,
lonesome and lost,
like those ideas once meant to clarify all life,
they all become meaningless thoughts.


Posted on 05/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Greg Williams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/11/09 at 01:31 PM

The first few lines have an acoustic guitar vibe to them, and I really like that.

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