Eleven and Forty-Four
Within the time
It takes to read just one short
Within this creation
Perhaps you can take the time instead
To not decipher me
But think instead of what you have
Thinking can sometimes be the harshest
Forcing you to realize
And what cannot be...
It's not life that makes us feel -
It's the heart of the mind.
Moving with one simple spark
Within a long and winding track invisible
But it lives...
Forever we are trapped
Willing or unwilling volunteers
Of its constant war
Its constant play...
So instead of trying to
Pick out the details within
An array of words that sits before your eyes
Go behind them
Look into the heart of your mind
Think of what you have.
And whatever you do
Never let it go.