Ramble On

Ramble On

I must refuse to assume
my frustration means doom
to my finer aspirations.
These are only sensations.
The meaning is not clear...
and the feeling is not dear.
Not everything is profound,
even if it does confound,
and I must remember that.

With soul I have a spat.
It will pass and I'll learn
what I must do to earn
the grace to understand.
For this I cannot demand.
I ask humbly for grace
when reality hits my face.
It was, it is, it will be...
with or without me.

Will knowing that free
my mind to better see?
And despite any attitude
there's no final platitude,
no ultimate new answer.
Perhaps pride's the cancer.

Maybe no one gets sure
and nowhere anyone's pure.
Maybe I ask too much,
look too hard, and such.
So I know then I must wait
and end this silent debate.

Enough is enough is enough.
Learn, and wait, be tough...
This means less now I confess.
Maybe 'twill be okay to guess.

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