I have the answers...
I have the answers -
arranged - and in line -
all scripted with questions
to match them just fine ...
I feel sort of cosy
and pleasantly snug -
and high up and mighty
and clever and smug...
Outside - all the others -
are walking on - blind -
lurching and searching
and trying to find...
All of the answers
to questions - so wide -
digging for ever -
fighting the tide...
I trust all the people -
touched by a fire -
and leave them to tell me -
the truth from on high...
Then when I feel it -
I lean back and rest -
feeling inspired
and knowing the best...
But all of the others -
keep open - their minds -
forever learning
and trying to find...
Slithers and pieces -
that make up this space -
to jigsaw together
and put into place...
I live with my script
and keep it close by -
adding more pieces
from those who inspire ..
I scoff at the others -
outside of my rules
cos I have the answers
and they are all fools...
Joy Weare,
6th March, 2010.
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