The wondering wise man
Walking down the street
He is wondering
His head is as fast as lightning
Unordered messy and strange
He is wondering
Observing all around him
Never being closed
He is being judged
He is wondering
Who is judging him?
Is it a greater force?
Or is it just himself?
He is smart
He is wondering
What he knows and what he questions
It's all strange
What's going on
As a conclusion occurs
He deters
And continues to wonder
He is wondering
What will happen
In that next very second
He knows now
He is wondering
What you are wondering
Whilst you are listening
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
