No words can reach my heart
it is locked up inside
no books or ideas can quench my mind
philosophy is a hunger and i feed on it daily
an open heart to ideas of the past expand my future
but i cant bear to loose my present
my family and my life all mundane but worth it.
so i write to you dear reader in hopes you’ll understand
a world with ideas is great but love is worth more
enjoy what living gives you, for you wont experience it again.
I might be old but i am wise – some have said, much before my time.
but what time was it that i wasted writing manuscripts of my mind.
- (c) Danielle Parrish