I wrote down a thing the other day
full of my troubles and pain.
I checked it and tweaked it and sent it away
out here for the Internet's gain.
I wondered if maybe someone would relate
and share an emoticon smile.
I knew that a few would probably hate
and leave comments full of revile.
I went on my way, down my path of the day;
from my ear buds- my favourite song.
I cried in the sun and I danced in the rain
and cared not who judged me wrong.
I returned to a comment thread like yang and yin
I smiled, frowned and guffawed.
Some think I've committed a heinous sin
with my personal, innermost thoughts.
I never intended to mock and to rake
I ma
I do not know what it feels like to be a whale.
I do not know how accurately he knows his own identity
How strong his need for companionship to pass on his legacy.
If he knows time and distance not in our years or fathoms
But in raw wild units of his own experience and invention.
If he enjoys his flight through a void of nearly endless seas
Or wonders how strange is that other void he needs to breath.
If he knows the timbre of his symphony is uniquely out of range
Or maybe chooses to be different and not always sing the same.
I do not know what it feels like to be a whale.
I do not want to squash an acutely