Sunday, February 22, 2015

Short and Sweet

There are some thoughts that never go away

The familiar becomes strange,
while
The strange becomes familiar.

Were we always like this?
Or was it taught?

I never knew what to make of you.
An Enigma, star like.
I could see you, but never grasp an understanding.

There is much I do not know,
But, luckily,
... I've always been curious.