by The Cowl Editor on September 19, 2019
Poetry
by Sam Ward ’21
It is tell me where the rain goes
Not tell me what to think
Stagnated growth // forget that oath.
Simple thoughts translate so well.
But dress them up and you protect yourself
from being understood (that’s no good).
When you value privacy,
You find ways to feed the ego
Without risking perception of integrity (or lack thereof).
It is tell me where the rain goes
Not tell me what to think . . .
Manifest paralleled thought & pain shows
You just severed the missing link.
With confidence on corrupt ground,
Misled patterns entrapping all sound
Advice.
And there’s nothing harder than a broken rhyme.
