A man like me finds meaning with the fold of each and every line of words. |
Think Me Naïve by Keaton Foster Expression Such is pointless Obsessions Turned wordless These are weapons What I’m fighting for Increasingly unclear Think me naïve I just don’t know Or why I do As I feel I must But here I am Again and again Enslaved to words Upon these pages Truths betrayed Lies the same In between Somehow I reside Finding my way As I further get lost Think me naïve Any blank page Is an obtainable deity Of my own willingness To believe that I Can make a sound Enough to be heard I do all of this Because I must There is a hollowness Within this gut A void to be filled Increasingly deeper still I won’t ever stop Until I am dead Then again Maybe I’ll continue on Think me naïve Words are like stones Sunken deeper still Into a bottomless lake When the shore is life And the bottom is death Long after me Far beyond any of this Maybe someone else Will be so brave Diving further down Into the deepest parts Retrieving them Maybe they’ll see All that was written Painstakingly carved Into that which will hold Meaning long after me Assumingly so I prefer to think That what I’m doing Matters more than most And if it does not I won’t be here to know But there are others That I hope just might… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024 |