Forever Thinking
I've never been a groupie, and I never ever shall be.
They mindlessly follow, no thought of their own.
They think what they're told, then call it the truth,
But I can't follow, I must think, no matter the cost.
But when I say what I think, they cry out, they resist.
If I try to explain, it only gets worse, they can't hear me.
They're comfortable in that place of absolute knowing.
While I flounder in the realm of wonder, forever thinking.
Copyright © Beverly Read | Year Posted 2025
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