I only felt,
I only thought,
that I had no word,
to tell a tale.
All words are gone,
all words are lost,
not one to come to mind,
or even the shortest.
What to talk of?
What to talk about?
That I will always have something,
that thing I can never finish of.
It seems nothing,
it seems something,
now it seems anything,
now it seems everything.
From all that I have seen,
from all that I have heard,
from all that I have been,
the all and only I can say is MAN!
From the collection: HUMANS
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