Poem 7.1.15 (2)

Words can capture the essence but they don’t bring about understanding.

I keep thinking, it’s the definition of insanity.

I can’t help it, there’s a bit of crazy in these genes.

Maybe tomorrow,

Maybe never.

I’ll pick up the pen anyways to try and explain all the things you do to me.

After I figure it out,

I’ll teach you how to read.


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