Untitled (10/23/2010)

When thinking of most anything at all
I find myself alone with my own mind.
That does make sense, but puts me in a bind
Because into the trap I tend to fall
Of keeping to myself, of staying small
When ‘twould be better if I just could find
People to relate to, my own kind,
Whom, when troubled or just bored, I’d call.
And then my thoughts would not be just my own,
I’d share them round, make them so much more.
Because they’d expand when from their cage they’re thrown,
And I’d grow, too, expanding from my core.
And then the island of knowledge will have grown,
And so will then the wonder of its shore.

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