Fred Babbin Poems
A Thought On Thought
I think that all higher animals - primates, mammalian and ornithic pets, etc. 'think' to a certain extent.
Why do I think?
There is no alternative.
I am condemned to think,
To be obsessed with thinking—
But so is my dog.
This is only a poem, and it is not permanent- nothing is permanent, and since nothing is permanant, we must 'let it go'. I'm not blind, either.
I am like blind Oedipus
living in my comfort zone.
And while I never screwed my mother,
I surely do have many other
that create more problems to be solved.
I can say that “Life is thrilling”,