'Tis better to have a key with no lock
Than a lock with no key
The former is preparation
The latter a search, endlessly
The first, a deity
The second, we humans
Doomed to wander the earth
Searching unwittingly.
But is it not poor also,
A shame it seems
To sit without the desire to ponder
The nature of one's dreams?
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Poems From A Cluttered Mind
PoetryI just felt like dabbling in poetry. I'm still trying to figure it out, but I hope you like them:)
