A Pause For Thought. By CpSingleton © 2014
There’s a yak tied to a metal post inside my mind.
He talks of spacial matters whilst pulling at his bind.
He wants to expand on the M theory, he thinks a lot about it.
He says he has some radical thoughts that really seem to fit.
I ask him, does he want me to release him from his rope.
He says I’m very kind, but how then’s he supposed to cope.
Free to wander around, inside his mind and out
Would just hinder him in the fields that he is all about.
I sort of see his point, but then again who knows.
He’s aware of his own strengths and how each and every grows.
I ask him if he’ll let me see the theories when they’re done.
He simply replied: no.
The moral of this story, if there ever was…
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