The Score
I have thoughts,
ideas.
They well up
from within.
We all have thoughts,
ideas, welling up from
who knows where.
Many unique,
having meaning.
Unique meaning.
Our world, all around,
pulsating with such
thoughts, ideas.
Bubbling in a cauldron,
mixing, coalescing with
others.
The symphony's crescendo
ever playing out.
Where will it take us?
Will it ever end?
Humanities music, the
score, years in the making.
The proof of us
is in the music.
Is anyone listening?
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