It’s never about what I think it’s about
Posted by D. James on 27 May 2007
Say one thing
mean another
think a third
How do we
communicate
when nothing
makes sense?
Unconscious animal
moving through
the day
Trying to find
meaning in
a word
a look
a gesture
Knowing there
is nothing I can do
to stop these random
inaccurate thoughts
From creeping
crawling
making themselves
known
But I keep thinking,
someday
all this will make
perfect sense …
Someday
(D. James)
