information

I wish I had

Sweet words to say

But from my lips

They don’t foray

Instead my head

Is filled with stuff

That for room

Does push and shove

Information

I don’t need

Creative pathways

Does impede

And I’m left thinking as I lay upon my bed at end of day

Information for its own sake does not a useful genius make

This and that

All around

In my hands

Won’t put it down

What I want

They tell me

Picture perfect

Reality

Spend my time

Looking for

Something else

And something more

God forbid I stop and think that maybe what I’ve been given

Is heaven here for me to make no forget that scroll more complain

I wish I had

Sweet words to say

Less information

In my brain

What I want

To say to you

Something good

And something true

Nothing goes and nothing stays an empty view a perfect haze

The river flows back on itself and nothing sits upon a shelf

All I’m left with is myself and oh my god I need some help

This information chocolate cake does not a happy person make