Does he know of what he speaks?
I can hear the noise.
But does he mean what he says?
I sit,
Waiting for him to make sense.
Who am I? I start to think,
No knowing where the thoughts will end.
Will he ever stop,
These words of no weight?
Will he ever make sense,
To finally tell me, what needs to be told?
2 comments:
Good work!! m just wondering what exactly racked your brain to write this though?? any juicy stories in the pipe line?? this is not a rhetoric question, so you better give me an explanation, oki?
thanks Daw! lol.. Unfortunately, I am going to have to disappoint you this time. There are no juicy stories, only a lecturer who bored me to death, that got me writing this. I realised this can be interpreted in many ways after I had completed it; don't you agree?
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