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2002 What drives us to know what drives us
What asks us to ask ourselves
What screams in us to scream at us
What dreams to dream ourselves
Intricate feelings are fondling the whisps
Of the dark and euphoric drinks that I sip
I grapple for knowledge that's useless to hold
But without all that struggle I'd never grow bold
Tell me the reasons I yearn for the strain
Of being unsteady in the ground that I gain
My mind is all cobwebbed with muttery thoughts
But the freedom to portray that I drink down in draughts
What life makes living so hard
What thoughts make hoping so rare
What words making talking so hard
What love of love is so rare
Like you, I am like me, I am like everyone else, I am like every living thing
Like you, I am like the earth, like the breeze, like the ocean
Like you, I am perfectly lost and perfectly found
Like you, I am basking in the rays of the sun
Like you, I walk with my head down just enough to see where I step
Like you, I walk with a question in my palm and a word on my tongue
Like you, I ask what
Wow, this is such a great poem Katie... definitely my favorite one I've read of yours so far!