Interface Broken
He has lofty thoughts
Yet he's stuck in the mud
Stepping through fields of regret
A brilliant mind filled with cracks
Longing to be given respect
Reader of books
Putty for his brain
Absorbed within his core
He thinks what he thinks
Yet knowing can't unlock the door
So he's trapped in his prison
Of all that he knows
Knowledge didn't set him free
The interface is broken
He can't help others to see
Perhaps he's a prophet
Far beyond this world
It is really hard for me to say
I sit with him and listen
Wishing to turn night into day
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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