Intercourse with Doubt
Good morning said without looking up at the sky, in a language foreign and never heard An embrace with no hands stretched, substituted by candid gaze from the pit of concern The problem with sincerity, interpretations vs intentions, the dilemma with consumption The emergence of doubt, disbelief that clocks don’t tell, measured only by experiences But how do you experience that which is foreign, said in a language you don’t comprehend Maybe emotion is what freedom of expression is, how many are truly free? Desire for neutrality, struggles with purpose for the purposeless; a neatly packed mess Rising above this is choice, the power to worry about what you decide to give power to Thinning hair of a man whose days just began, so much power to worry and disbelief; in oneself and people, in what is not said in things verbalized You see the victim is not us, it’s the part of the mind beaten during every intercourse with doubt The doubt in our minds? No....