“the oceans of understanding touch inside the meaning”
It doesn’t mean
What you think it
Means.
Or does it?
Knowing, like
An ocean,
Just keeps on going
For a while.
That idea.
An island,
A possibility,
But perhaps wrong.
Or is it?
Sometimes being
Is in the feeling.
The understanding
Is the optional bit.
Who goes through life
Knowing?
I certainly don’t
My life’s
A mess.
But a cozy one.
I know I will
Never know
The twists,
The turns
But that’s all just part
Of this road we,
Ever so strangely,
Call life.
but does it?
