In a melancholic mood; reminded <br />of intractable problems of emotional plights. <br />The promise of a restless night, <br />of circulatory thoughts that never might, <br />reach a satisfactory point, with any real insight. <br />It’s foolish to believe I can work it out, <br />and make it all, all right, <br />through some process of logical thinking, <br />with deep thought, deep, oh deep into a long and sleepless night. <br />The concept of being right, has an implication <br />of something that is wrong and therefore is not right. <br />But I can only see right, not any wrongs are in my sight, <br />So how can I work it out, without any wrongs to fight, <br />perhaps I should devise some, then I surely can seek and strive, <br />to put all those wrongs to rights!<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-of-the-rights-and-wrongs-of-it/
