I just don’t know
What it’s all about.
The older I get
The less I know.
Why a twig looks so right iced in frost
And a cloud can glow.
What it is you feel inside aching with love?
What makes a book read well?
A painting looks right?
And the beauty in the purple and orange glowing above?
Why an eye twinkles
When a person is OK?
When a man has a view
Worth listening to
And you desperately want someone to stay.
There has to be more than a pay slip
But I just don’t know what to make of it.
You get so caught up in life that you don’t have time to think. What is the aesthetic? Why do some things look so brilliant and others so drab? What makes a good poem or a crap writer?
What are those feelings that you have inside?
What is that makes the essential person that is you?
What is interesting, pertinent and wise?
You spent so much of your time chasing a pay slip that you don’t have time to think.
As knowledge increases we find there’s so much more we don’t know. It’s wonderful!