Thinkers

You see us by ourselves But we are not alone We seem not to interact But we see interactions We are not bored, or rude, We are the thinkers Ripples in our coffee Are gravitational waves, Smiles on passing faces Are lines of poetic verse, The view out the window Is a blank canvas Being painted in our mind, Come join us See what you are missing The universe will unfold before you.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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