Sometimes what I say or mean is lost, but sooner or later it always comes back to me. |
-Lost In The Echo- by Keaton Foster Some words Spoken quite loud Screamed out from my mind Electrical signals expressed From my quivering lips For a time I was uncertain Which is no longer the case Now I am fearless because I know That there is nothing to be afraid of. Such thoughts, made words Are converted into ideas Concepts for others to lament I have stood in a place of great depths All around, forever did climb After my words left my shape I waited for them to return I was sure that only then Could I be confident that I was heard. It took quite sometime A long and tedious lifetime to be exact But finally, my words returned But what I originally said Was somehow lost in the echo What was truly meant Was interpreted quite differently One mind does not always See what another mind implies One mind does not know Even if it is carefully exposed. Lost in the echo is not what I intended But the beautiful and sometimes frightening Parts of how we as beings understand Has often lead to greater impact Affecting not only me But everyone else who reads What they alone come to see in my words I understand that now Far better than ever before Such an understanding has broadened My writings and enlightened my purpose Being lost in the echo Has allowed me and my ideas to be heard And to be found… Lost In The Echo Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |