The Thinker Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Thoughts cram inside my mind, I have to speak,
Ideas suffocate whenever kept
Inside enclosures, where it could not break
Outside, but stored in wherever they slept;
For empty barrels roll, with noises, loud
Like fools who shout what little wits they keep,
The sage is mute, with wisdom wrapped in shroud,
Like streams with silent murmurs when so deep;
For knowledge not acceptable must stay
And guarded, to make no utterances,
If it is cause for unrest and dismay,
Should it upset old mores and nuances
.......Revered by all those trusting in that light,
.......Though so much in the wrong than in the right.