As I sit here thinking,
My eyes start blinking.
Dreams by the number come,
Distant thoughts begin to drum
Like beats of cool rain
Trying to soothe my pain
Of running this circus alone,
The smiling through tears clown.
I rushed to know it all
But found I knew it null.
Knowing naught, I don’t care
Is the game being played fair.
I can’t foretell the score
Trying to keep the core
Of my inherent sense of humor.
Am I a fool? Yes, just a rumor.
October 20,2005
1 – Maybe a fool are you. What is " just a rumor" ? world peace? , the end to 'pandemic'? , God will return? , God is Dead? God exists? Trump actually is human? So many rumors! ! (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2 – So, this is a poem meant as a riddle? I have no time to spare for such, but PH’s Kim Barney likes to poetize riddles. Maybe check him out. Bri :)