February 12, 2014
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That Wisdom
Scratching my scalp
Thinking too hard
Blood on my fingers
Pain turns into relief...I love life
But it's hard to breathe
I hate strife
But don't want it to leave...A seed of wisdom sprouts and grows
Through its venous stem it flows
Too much time on my hands
Time I wish spent traveling to other lands...If I didn't have the parents I have
I'd be dead years ago
So I breathe yet another day
Another seed sprouts
I stand in the greenhouses entrance...I don't move an inch
I shut my eyes
Reflecting on that scent
Remembering what it took to make that wisdom grow.
It starts from a seed...
Picture Source: http://www.thesocialleader.com/2011/07/wisdom-society/
Comments (2)
You are making it happen, Carsten. Keep the faith!
Thank you so much! Hope you are well.
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