How Do I Know That You'Re Not the One
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Poet's Notes:
And now that my poem is finished
Maybe I should answer the questions?
How do I know that you're not the one?
How do I know that you're not for me?
Realize that both of these questions can be interpreted in two ways, one scary and one humble (asked in awe really) .
As you can see from the poem there are also multiple answers to both interpretations.
Some of them suggest one reality, other's suggest an alternative.
To quote Bob Dylan (He's more famous than almost anyone) ,
‘The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.'
Right on Bob!
(I don't know either! You could be the one! The verdict is out. I am just praying that God's Will, when we understand it, will be a blessing to both of our hearts.)
How do I know that you're not the one?
This seems like such a strange opening line,
It feels like it ought to be the reverse,
When all of this time we've had so much fun,
With sincerity, rhythm, and verse.
How do I know that you're not the one?
The ambiguity is so divine,
No way to say yet just who's faulting who,
Seems like so far we have had a good run
Though presently we're feeling quite blue.
It is certainly not that we're right!
The ‘powers that be' will never approve.
Who else would argue that our love is wrong?
There is no lawyer to help with our plight
And our prayer is a personal song.
Morning comes and the day seems so bright,
In your presence I can not think to move,
At my desk there's no escape from your rhyme.
This love feels like I am flying a kite,
Its stark flight takes my heart out of time.
How do I know that you're not for me?
Well for just one thing our issues are tough
And connections that restrain us are real
The poignant truth is our hearts are not free
And there's no place to file an appeal.
How do I know that you're not for me?
We know that saying goodbye can be rough
Could this really be how our story ends?
Our tears self-contained as casually
Two lost lovers part ways, but as friends.
Someone calls out, ‘Hey! Don't rock the boat! '
And I'm feeling like we're in a movie,
Somehow my part has changed to ‘script writer? '
But I'm more inclined to dig us a moat,
I've never been much of a fighter.
Hold it! The high priest's squeezing the throat
Of the wrong man! Yes! I'm feeling groovy!
Wow! This isn't a script I'm defending!
Rather than become somebody's scapegoat,
Let's just figure out our own ending!
Brian Johnston
July 06, 2014
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014
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