Couldn't Tell You
...still can't
i couldn’t tell you when
i don’t know myself
not yet any way
we drifted
too far
.
i couldn’t tell you why
i don’t know myself
there’s a hundred reasons
and not one of them
is any fuckin good
.
i couldn’t tell you where
i don’t know myself
it’s a real
location nonspecific
kind of deal
but i know where im feeling it
.
i couldn’t tell you what
i don't know myself
and even if i did
how does that help me
how does that change
my situation
how does that
alter
my now?
.
i couldn’t tell you anything
the clarity of hindsight
provides no clear direction
the “I”
in this equation
occludes and eludes me
so many angles
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler

Comments (2)
and the poem could be beautiful while unfinished thought... and a human is human as a child or a old full grown man... and time is movement even when I stand still in morning, noon, evening... true, although there is always a weft to each weave and there is a pattern and there is a weave of the final work regardless of the fact that the thread flew from left to right and left over and over again... so, I when right and wrong.. and...
Love this, been there for sure.