I Liked The Movie Magnolia
Magnolia II (poem)... Magnolia II
Never really known
understanding lost to the unknown
soul with time
A gentle breeze saying nothing more
Is it knowledge or just chemicals?
Most likely the later
Wisdom finally delivered to the mind from the body...
I just wish it was my process of thinking that made it come about
The want to have that control
An entire life of control always on the tip of my fingers
Lost once again
Uglily unraveled to you with these words
But just maybe I did want that control anyway?
Maybe the creation of that wisdom was not wise
for someone who really seeks simplicity?
Nothing to go back to
That which came before me
Is already gone
So maybe I can just sit back
Stare at the stars
The sun through the trees
And slow the rest down...
You want more
I have nothing more to give you
Maybe I could
But I just don't want to
I'm done
I did my time for my parents folly
And those aspects of my character not complete
Searching for artwork in the sun
Over and over again
Not stopping to notice the beauty of the gentle rain
To taste...while not sweet...or complete
It is all I have
And possibly...
Regardless of curvy or straight
The path I must choose to keep
Never really known
understanding lost to the unknown
soul with time
A gentle breeze saying nothing more
Is it knowledge or just chemicals?
Most likely the later
Wisdom finally delivered to the mind from the body...
I just wish it was my process of thinking that made it come about
The want to have that control
An entire life of control always on the tip of my fingers
Lost once again
Uglily unraveled to you with these words
But just maybe I did want that control anyway?
Maybe the creation of that wisdom was not wise
for someone who really seeks simplicity?
Nothing to go back to
That which came before me
Is already gone
So maybe I can just sit back
Stare at the stars
The sun through the trees
And slow the rest down...
You want more
I have nothing more to give you
Maybe I could
But I just don't want to
I'm done
I did my time for my parents folly
And those aspects of my character not complete
Searching for artwork in the sun
Over and over again
Not stopping to notice the beauty of the gentle rain
To taste...while not sweet...or complete
It is all I have
And possibly...
Regardless of curvy or straight
The path I must choose to keep