I could be wrong...
A contemplative poem on the pursuit of knowledge
POETRY
If I write, I could be wrong.
What I know, could be a ‘yes’.
And every poem, every song,
May be art, but it could less.
I overstate what I understand,
For every thought is braille I see.
I caress it with my hand,
As words turn beggars into thieves.
Is knowledge then a cliff,
Upon which, sirens sing their song?
The higher I climb, the farther I fall.
And if I write, I could be wrong.
'Hazey' - the quality of my song was likely not much better than the quality of this picture