You’ve felt the hunger
of your dreams,
pangs of obliqueness
from that nameless, faceless hunger
that gives you no pride, no shame
fluid thoughts of a world
draped in fixed opinions of Peace
ever searching for the answer
to overcome the id
and wonder what you ever did
before your eyes were opened
but experience weathers away
your frame of mind
slowly...relentlessly,
minute by minute,
hour after finite hour,
wisdom overpowers
until all you have left
is the answer.
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https://steemit.com/story/@ericvancewalton/the-drum-an-original-poem