In a melancholic mood; reminded
of intractable problems of emotional plights.
The promise of a restless night,
of circulatory thoughts that never might,
reach a satisfactory point, with any real insight.
It’s foolish to believe I can work it out,
and make it all, all right,
through some process of logical thinking,
with deep thought, deep, oh deep into a long and sleepless night.
The concept of being right, has an implication
of something that is wrong and therefore is not right.
But I can only see right, not any wrongs are in my sight,
So how can I work it out, without any wrongs to fight,
perhaps I should devise some, then I surely can seek and strive,
to put all those wrongs to rights!

David Taylor

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