I can think what I think
For understanding I sue
I can regulate me
I can’t regulate you
The pestilence of words
Sometimes they seem absurd
The deep meaning never perturbed.
Information disparate between minds
Misconstrued between entity’s sometimes
Like the connotation of many rhymes
The meaning lost in the equivocation of lines
The doors of perception
There is a junction,
frames of reference.
That takes us in different direction
A illogical insurrection.
I can’t think what is true
I can bring the words as I do
Though the words might be lost upon you
Take the interpretation as you do
My mind convoluted and wanting something to give to you.
Because if a shred of logic bleeds through
Then let the poetic reference ensue.