Wondering Poem by Keel Lincoln

I hardly know you, you are there, but just a glimpse,
Yet I can’t help but wonder at times, what if it weren’t,
Rather together we weren’t a weren’t, but a were, or we’re,
What if more could come from where we are,
Travels great, long, wide and far,
Could we ever be anything of this things I’ve heard in the lore,
Something, greater, together making us something more,
How, where, when did thoughts come from, and what for,
But there they are, and I feel they should be rebuked,
They should be kept for others in which there would be more sense,
I learn day in, week out, month by, from others that this has happened to which I fluked,
That these thoughts should not remain tense,
But withdrawn behind a fence,
Nothing to be done,
Away from these ideas I should run,
Never would they amount,
Stop these days at this count,
Others sing and pursue,
But I flee and subdue,
Because I fear the risk,
Of more lost memories in the mist,
I’m talking nonsense,
Suffering thus hence,
I don’t understand,
Never could I can,
So I sigh,
Then say Good-bye.