Monday, 23 November 2009

i am not a concept.

I am not a concept.
Though my feet
Leave no trace
On the sand
I set them on.

Don’t try
Let loose of me,
For in your brain
I find solace
Worth the credence
Of the heaviest body

In your brain
I am more than a concept
I am a developed idea.
A whole.

Perceived by all of your senses,
I am emotions.
Filtered through your wits
Embraced by your intellect

I fear,
Once outside of your mind,
My scheme won’t be as solid
To leave a trace
In the time and space
Framing our existence.

Can an idea scratch the soul?

1 comment:

raskolniikov said...

yes, an idea can indeed scratch the soul, and sometimes even scar it.