what use

my brain is an ocean, my heart is a forest
and no song I’ve written will ever be sung
the further I move through the walls of perception
the older I get, the more traps I have sprung

can it be true that the worlds I encompass
are simply the metaphors simpletons use
and if I reach out to anyone passing
do I then abnegate my right to choose

where is the road that I should have taken
where are the guide and the charts that I need
how can I march if I don’t hear the drum beat
what use are words that no-one can read

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  1. damommza

     /  July 24, 2012

    This is very beautiful, very sad and very profound. Probably your best poem to date. Major kudos on this one!

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  2. I can hear your drumbeat 😀
    … and I learned a new word, “abnegate” 😉

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