The word think is a peculiar one,
i don't know what else to say.
But did you know, there was a time,
(before we knew each other)
that someone thought and
then they talked!
but they didn't know what they were saying?
Yes, i know,
we had to think
and invent the way we feel.
But before all that we thought about
how me and you are real.
Now don't you think that all this thinking
really has no appeal?
Since nowadays, with you and i,
and the endless scrolling hormones,
There's nothing more
to think.
And that's how power
is yielded through thoughts
in every waking hour.
So that no matter what we try to think
our hearts are led astray.
And when belief is all we've got,
(while we dance around the fire)
They strike us deep where it hurts,
turning thoughts into desire.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
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Comments (2)
Something to think about: once upon a time, everything had to be invented and named. Nice poem!
Oooo, this was so deep! Loved your poem!