One Why
As if there is no one like I to match
Why is that?
I ask all the time where is that other hat?
The head to my ball and catch to my cap
A mind to protect head rounded grounded
When would a cross of paths guide the blind?
The blind sight that hides confined
Through the eyes that find the beauty in line with heart
Why is this? I ask all the time wondering if it will ever be
A mind like mine to have and converse all the time
Not just my own when I am alone struggling to write
Thinking yes thinking that monster thought creeping
Tender loving care is what I have always been seeking
The meaning a meaning to be called a purposeful life
Traveling my endless futures conceptual mind
A mind like no other I find is hard to compare
Share with me that time in mind yes share with me I say
Where ever they are I do ask each and everyday
That question no answer to myself as to why
A one why to my life arriving back to begin
The beginning to one a two three and four
When my minds value over heart is the fractional score
To denominate my numeral path inset with a dream
Meeting someone with a mindset like me
Copyright © Kristina Whitmore | Year Posted 2017
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