It's Not What You Think

Hey you, loud mouth,
it's not what you think.
The shouting, the insisting
the arguing, the fist shaking.
It won't make a drop of difference
in the ocean of Life.

It's not what you think.

She keeps moving, flowing,
dancing and swirling.
There's no grasping one such as she.
She laughs and promises
much more than you ever dreamed
but still, it's not what you think.

There is darkness, where she came from
A voluptuous vacuum
where breath is suspended
and the heart shut down.

Long gone, the echo of her laugh
from these dark days.
And still, it is not what you think.

Drunk with 'I know'
you drip words
of confusion and reflection
from a cup of sticky honey.

Addictive, sweet and
ultimately insect vomit.
Nothing more, these words,

and yes, it's not what you think.