3 new poems today. A thought study on creation and existence and perception of reality. Sometimes, the mind wanders out into the deep waters and looks back to shore, only to find itself one insignificant speck amongst the breadth of the great wide open. Sometimes we are predators. Sometimes we are prey. We conceive of everything, but our concept of everything is found to be wanting when we uncover yet another place beyond “forever”. Is it our place here that matters, or just the fact that we are here?
I hope you enjoy these.
– HG
