It's true that I think in metaphors
More often than I write,
Like I doubt my friends' intelligence,
An unintended slight.
The truth is, my words are tenative, young.
They cannot catch my thoughts.
Maybe I overpracticed at starting to think,
But a finisher I'm not.
Or maybe I'm on a subconcious quest
To map and pave a way
For men who are poets, and poets of men
Who mean just what they say.
More often than I write,
Like I doubt my friends' intelligence,
An unintended slight.
The truth is, my words are tenative, young.
They cannot catch my thoughts.
Maybe I overpracticed at starting to think,
But a finisher I'm not.
Or maybe I'm on a subconcious quest
To map and pave a way
For men who are poets, and poets of men
Who mean just what they say.
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