Interface Connected
I long to think in great lofty thoughts
Instead I'm stuck in the mud they brought
Filling the cracks of my mind with lessons taught
I sought out respect yet that's not what I got
The reading of books knowledge to obtain
Unwrapped the cellophane putty on my brain
Thinking I knew answers but I couldn't explain
Each thought looped in large circles down the drain
Within papered prison thoughts shrink and grow
I strive to know what so many others know
Free me from myself let my mind flow
Not all ideas emanate from a lamps glow
In the real world I grab onto the prophets hand
Walking through the desert footsteps in the sand
My skin cracked, his is soft and tanned
His thoughts mine, I feel my world expand
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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
For Marugu's Least Viewed Contest.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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