found in a folder in my filing cabinet

A wittle pome

a wittle pome

I am an eye,
a bry-guy on the fly
trying to bring sense to the senseless
while becoming senseless with my senses,
and getting trapped by gate keepers & fences
of rules, legislation and laws...

I am reminded of my subjectivity & mortal flaws
moving towards the "Yous Guys" from the Kentucky "y'alls."

Eye am I
guised in my caved, allegorical chains,
trapped to the intellectual brains
who qualify my quantity,
quantify my quality,

and from this insanity
I'm on the road to find out....