The Knowledge of Knowing

A poem filled with mysterious scenes which needed my attention.

Two heads are better than one
That's what I use to say to my son
Until that day
I was really left speechless

The Sun was out still it was raining
I left the room without knowing
With a blind mask on my face
And the knowledge of not knowing was the case

I interviewed myself on a mirror
I started to feel him coming closer
And I saw who I was suppose to be
The answer was there all along, ME!

Reviews

[kabelo Moratwe]

at times you won'nt know who you are until you ask yourself..."who am i?".....i'm glad you did and i hope you got the asnwer.