I have a fog that clouds my feeble brain
And wraps all sense in veils through which I see;
I have a mind that wanders dull down dullest lane,
And somewhere in that dull there’s dullest me.
Ah! To sweep away the dross and lift the stone,
To have a perfect mind shaped clear and bright;
To resurrect the power of this that’s flown,
And draw down angels dancing through the night.
Yes! I’d sweep my hollow place to victory!
Yes! I’d dream and dance beneath a summer’s sun!
I’d roam with Gods and lay down my great pleas
And hold forth on how the stars and heaven run.
Instead, I stare awhile at rooks, and call,
And see nothing, and suffer being a fool.
Nov. 00
I’m just about bright enough to realise that I’m stupid.
I’m sure that most of us can sometimes glimpse the clarity and focus of other people’s minds.
Sometimes I think that we’ve all lost a lot of clarity; perhaps the clarity and focus of childhood, perhaps a sharpness that we might have had in a spirit world. But it’s only a guess; I don’t know.
What would I do with a sharper mind? Probably not a lot; I’d probably waste it showing off.
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Comment by caitlyn
this is how i feel too.
Posted on: August 17th, 2009 at 2:20 pm