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The Diagnoses of Knowing

I look outside, but I feel the tether,
O, I feel so under the weather.
Not quite myself, more like a feather,
Drifting away with no time together.

A bit off-colour, why do I care?
Lift me up, I’m full of despair.

I’ve been awake for most of the night,
Something’s not sitting right.
I’ve been on edge all through the day,
Afraid I might stumble, afraid I might sway.

A bit off-colour, why do I care?
Lift me up, I’m full of despair.

I try to gather, to steady my thoughts,
Pick up my bag, but I’m out of sorts.
O, I do feel a bit down,
Why, O why, do I feel I will drown?

A bit off-colour, why do I care?
Lift me up, I’m full of despair.

A bit off-colour, why do I care?
Lift me up, I’m full of despair.

A poem about the words we use that have no meaning but everyone knows what they mean

under the weather, Not quite myself, A bit off-colour, Something’s not sitting right, I’ve been on edge, I’m out of sorts, feel a bit down

Come in, Come in and warm your toes,

The place where the memories flow,

Come in, Come in it is much more than prose,

Its where the fact begins to flow.

Come in, Come in it is dark out there,

Look in here and don’t despair,

Come in, Come in it’s laid out here,

From time gone by but please prepare.

Come in, Come in sit down don’t hide,

For we have much to unfold,

Come in, come in you have followed the tide,

It’s time to remove the blindfold.

Come in, Come in you have much to share,

From hidden text to what’s out there,

Come in Come in and spill the beans,

Just sit down there or pull up chair,

Come on, Come on speak your truth,

Fill the air with mysteries and clues,

Come on, Come on blow the roof,

Start with whatever you choose.

Come on, Come on follow the clues,

Feed the lamp and follow your thoughts,

Come on, Come on now is the time,

Come on, Come on click the lamp.