There is no changing. There is no making up
a mind.
A mind set in stone is limited to only that
which it will hear.
What will it hear? What it want's to?
Will it really listen? Can it ever comprehend?
There is no knowing.
When is a mind made up? CAn anyone ever
not know?
Anything?
I want to believe I am able. I want to be able.
I long to hear reason, and claim that I
Yes I! I am capable of thought!
But this is not the case. My mind is made up
long in advance.
Far ahead of any time that I need it to be
open.
When I talk to you, do I care what you have
to say? What do you have to say?
Is it important? Do I only know important if
it's important to me?
What is important? Is it something far beyond me?
Do things in general have merrit? Do you
have merrit?
Will you ever hear what I say? Will I ever hear
your words?
Is there somthing that I can do
to change this cycle?
Is there anything anyone can do?
Or is fact, in thought,
fixed.
It doesn't matter, though, does it?
Because it's not important enough to keep me awake.
Right?
Then why am I not asleep?
Why do you ask advice if you don't wish to hear?
Do you think I like having my advice requested,
but not heard?
Even if it's not taken, heard is better -
but heard hurts your contrarian pride.
If only you would give me a real break.
I hide behind "It doesn't matter" and ask,
"What is the point?"
But questions are flawed. A question by deffinition is
embedded in a language.
And all languages are false messengers.
Beware the false messenger indeed.
So much heard. Why do I ask you,
"Convince me?"
It is not to convince you, is it?
Do I really want to hear what you have
to say?
Or do I simply want to be convinced?
Or do I simply want to be heard, saying something.
It doesn't matter.