Thursday, April 29, 2010

Another Poem. The Knowledge of Nothing.

In silence i wait, for what i do not know.
I understand naught, of why I do this, I just do.
I await and I hope for great joy and wisdom to come to me.
yet, I do not know why I am sitting here, awaiting something I know nothing about.
Wait, here it comes! but not to be, just dissapointment for me.

1 comment:

Rich said...

This is really impressive stuff you're doing, G. Keep 'em coming.

Uncle Rich