The Poet Speaks

RASA
Contributing Author

 

To You

I don’t know what to say to you, or
about you.
You seem to think that I am a
destination,
Something to get to, and pass.
But that thought will only bring you
devastation.
I am boundless, I have no borders,
But depths too deep for you to
measure.
Something about me is an enigma.
Something about me is a riddle,
Dressed up as a straightforward
suggestion,
Waiting to be tested.
A riddle I am, and still you piddle
around the paddle,
You could use to travel my inner
depths.
Something about me is a labyrinth.
It will take rep after rep and a spool of
gold thread,
For you to realize progress.
Something about me is calling to you,
telling you
Its name in a language you don’t
know.
Something about me is different,
Than those girls you used to follow.
Something about you craves
adventure.
And that part is looking at me.
Something about you is hungry
And knowing me would be its feast.

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