Drew's Poem

This is our good friend Stefano's. I liked.

Flowing, falling, like a waterfall,
reverberations echoing off the walls,
the mist flying, tiny droplets in the wind.
Information passing from synapse to synapse,
every thought many beginnings and endings,
taking a rest only briefly before the pull carries it on.
Thoughts bounding out too far, never to be retrieved,
true beauty, life changing ideas, lost forever,
due to the whim of our creation.

It is hard to live up to our full potential.

The world is absurd,
giving weight to reductio ad absurdum,
never lose faith,
for there are miracles and tragedies in our world.
The simplicity of life,
truly is not so simple at least,
the complexity of life,
is by far the greater piece.

Humankind,
forever doomed to war,
can never be kind,
even if warned before.

Words, sometimes hard to express,
can often land a person in very deep distress.
Ideas, the core of our being,
very often have little meaning.

Frankly, the spur of the moment is not the time,
to begin to spit out lines,
as the meaning cannot begin to be grasped,
and you often turn out to be an ass.
But never fear,
more often you might end up in the clear,
since the human race,
never plays its final ace.