One thinks

 

The twists and turns and fails and learns?

What life’s about, the truth or doubt?

The wheat from chaff, to cry or laugh?

The body’s soul or minds black hole?

The gentle words, the sky, the birds?

Why are we here, for love not fear?

But how to write to get this right?

Not prose just rhyme. Just rhyme this time.

One thinks

 

 

GT 06/01/14