Knowledge is given (Freely). Understanding is taken. (At great peril). – warrenpece
‘You’re a muse. You’ a muse! You amuse me. I’m musing.’ – warrenpece
I wonder if I wonder too much.
I wonder if I wonder too much because I wonder too much.
Or because it’s become too easy to assume I wonder too much.
Or if perhaps while my mind wanders too much, I’m not wondering enough.
The prose in your praise; poetry; carries weight; and still manages to flutter about inside my head.
And what transpires?
The keys; warm to the touch- they ebb and flow beneath my fingers, and words that have been remarked as ‘dancing’ find their footing.
I want them to dance like nobody’s watching because I’m enjoying their façade of anonymity.
And I wonder sometimes not what it might mean but if you wonder too.
And that I hope you wont think me rude to wonder.
After all… I’ve seen you dance.
How do you keep Gotham safe; amuse a batman.