My thoughts are like a water wall
Like water in a waterfall
Solid rushing fast and hard
Not something I will want to charge
They come past me in rapid strength
So tall so wide no gauging length
There is no way no break no gate
They daunt my wish to penetrate
To chance the hissing falling weight
The thoughts rush past impatient, late
And rush for what and more where to
I’m left outside a stranger who
Is not important to their world
Attempt to enter and be hurled
I’d rather stand here dry and lone
And wonder how I made this poem
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