Ode To Misunderstandings
I don’t know,
I don’t believe.
What I do is feel & perceive.
Sometimes my sensitivity is misunderstood as premature conclusion.
I don’t really understand what constitutes right,
That’s my personal plight.
Sometimes I am accurate or observant,
Maybe that’s my in sight,
Could it be my contribution?
Maybe it’s just blind luck?
But like they say,
I would rather be lucky than right.
I have little understanding,
I am rarely certain,
If I knew for sure,
I wouldn’t claim, (to logically), believe in nothing.
My sensitivity
Seems to be,
The key to my misunderstanding.
While I feel,
Everyone else seems to be searching for answers & relevant conclusions.
These similar but contradictory agendas,
They can often lead to meaningful communications.
Most of the time,
Our disagreements look like disconnections.
While I share the fault,
It takes two to tango.
I need to grow
I need to change
I need to act and behave,
I want you to believe that I feel repentant.
But I don’t know,
And
I don’t believe.
I feel,
I perceive.
By my relativistic nature,
I am.
So I succeed.
Stubborn
Intense
Loud
Proud.
I feel & I perceive,
Results like right & wrong are just secondary,
Tertiary,
Infinitely ordinary.
To know
To understand
To believe,
I fear that if I toe these lines
I will not be able to simply see,
I could lose my existential spontaneity.
I beg for sweet confrontations,
I don’t argue
I debate.
Arguments are won & loss,
To see right opposed to wrong,
A dead end,
Leaving our lives unduly predetermined.
It has been said that things are not always what they seem,
I agree.
I see.
I pay attention.
In the thick of it all,
I play.
I dance.
I fail.
When our day is done,
Hopefully no hard feelings.
I feel & I perceive.
I’ve learned things are not always what they seem.
Beliefs,
Knowledge.
They seem to be
To me
Born from what we think.
I tell you this...
Our minds are very fussy,
Changing at the speed of light,
Susceptible to every emotion.
Our minds pale in comparison to feelings and intuition,
Before we form opinions,
Our perceptions are forming us.
I want to be free of knowing
I want to escape right verses wrong.
To cope with being misunderstood,
I feel & I perceive.
Ultimately,
I let my soul make the decisions.
I trust what comes initially,
I leave in trust the answers to those with minds
To know and understand
Such complex issues like morals and values,
I trust that they will create enough beliefs for the two of us.
To cope with being misunderstood,
I pray that my feelings and perceptions
Are convincing enough for me to know & believe.