From a fly on the wall
to a man standing tall
from a shell on the beach
to a wave of coherent speech
I am stepping out of the shadow of childhood and into a responsible brain.
surrounded by gray matter
and sitting on the skull platter
I have nothing but time to think
and yet all I really have is this ink
My thoughts are a precious commodity, worth more than gold. So I'm told.
Playful dreams are complicated master pieces
A product of this knotted up species
We are the master and the student
Searching for knowledge more prudent
More prudent than the beauty and extraordinary life we encounter every day.
What a shame
All the same
But who's to blame?

Think out loud.