Sad is the man
Who had drenched himself
In the perpetual shower
Of unquestionable logic.

And although it may be
That he is always right,
He is without a friend
Without a companion

Because he thinks too much
And analyses every detail;
Even the jokes he hears
which require no analysis

He fails to understand
That there are actions
Which are done without motive
Without a valid reason.

For him everything becomes
SYMBOLIC in nature
Like the poetry he reads
With metaphors and hidden meanings


One comment

  1. How very true…there are those who must prescribe some kind of meaning to everything…even when the events are random…well said.

Its nice to share what you think of what you read

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