I don’t know what I feel
This thing elusive… and so much more
What to make out of it,
Wish I did… but I do not know.
I am a beholder
But listen instead,
Sounds like English, but… was it French
What to make out of any words said
Wish I did… but I do not know.
They say eyes talk
But I couldn’t hear
And I strained my ears to listen,
Was nothing said, or am I deaf
Wish I did… but I do not know.
A message sent, not received
Or, was it the other way round
Either way, the blank’s is my foe,
Wish I did… but I do not know.
Thus I sleep… and hope
In my dreams, to come up with an answer
That’ll clear the fog, once and for all
To know and wish no more…
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