The Problem - Poem by Wayne Bowen
In desperation I turn to my
own thoughts and solve nothing.
I should look farther for the solutions
I want but nothing comes to me
no matter how far I go.
In a flash of wisdom I see
what my problem may be, and I turn inward
for my answer. I know now
that I am the problem and the solution.
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