Errant Thought #2

My intention is not to offend

But to stand

Firmly planted

On that which has been implanted in me

A foundation of stone

A tree planted by the water

Whose roots drink from the well of what is now considered obsolete

An antiquity of sorts

An old soul

Encased in the abstract

Slightly obtuse

And maybe a little scalene

Skipping all along

This oblong road we call Life

I write that which I have experienced

Sing that which I feel

Speak that which I know

And seek that which I do not

If we speak the same language

May the Force Be With You

If not... Read a book without pictures