Somethings I don't know
But then
What would it be to know everything?
To know all that there is
To hold the verses in the palm of your hand
Those that were
Those that are
How would it be to
Know all and not be able to learn?
To not go to school and be taught
And not fill your mind with new wonders?
For how can you wonder
When things are not new
When you
Already know what the sunset is going to be like tonight
When you
Already can see what the quantum atom is
How can you
Be able to flow and change
With the ebb of times
When all you are is static
For you know all
You see all
And all there is
Is your omniscience
Mate
You're not fucking God.
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Saturday, 3 October 2015
Not God
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