Misinterpretation - Poem by Ashley
What little we know we strut around with vigor.
Like a newborn bird brags that it can fly.
We use what is of want unlike the wise and necessity.
We dream a dream as in a message.
A misinterpretation of our body's creation.
When to plant a seed could mean to have a seed.
Only to find that one was to plant a seed.
An over thought action in its simplest form.
We find that what little we know is of little value.
Maybe to plant a seed meant to cultivate what little we know.
To make your knowledge abound.
Or maybe you were to simply plant a seed.
It's all about the interpretation.
Is there really misinterpretation when what was said was not straightforward?
For there is no wrong interpretation, only a wrong message.
Instead of a seed, use a bird.
Whatever to help get the point across.
So do not get a towel before you are certain the milk was spilt.
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