Babeling

Babeling

A Poem by drtism

My head brimming with facts and data
I may recite on cue,
It profits me not to See a shade or hue.

Though storage and speed be as a computer,
none so far make me a worthy suitor.

A polyglot I, though I speak a single tongue,
a piece of the treasure so joyfully won.

Truly a babe attempting to babble,
it is my soul that I unravel,
now given the road I'm meant to travel.

© 2015 drtism


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Added on February 28, 2015
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drtism
drtism

Wilsonville, OR



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I have finally woken up after thinking I was a fully functioning human for so long. I took the traditional path for a man of my sort. Lots of college and lots of supposed successes. In nine years o.. more..

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