The problem with what I think is that what I think <br />keeps changing so I don't know what I think permanently. <br /> <br />The problem with what I feel is that I have many different feelings, <br />many times hundreds in a given day; many contradictory. <br /> <br />Trying to create order from this chaos I decide that there is only one thing <br />I believe <br />and decide <br />to have one opinion or one philosophy; <br /> <br />but the world intervenes and forces me to look at things again. <br /> <br />If I refuse then I look like I am stubborn, rigid and some kind of kook <br />who thinks what he thinks and never changes. <br /> <br />The problem with what I think is that the world constantly intervenes <br />and changes who I am and, therefore, what I think today or this year, <br /> <br />leaving me with the choice then between being the cork on the sea <br />or the stubborn fool; <br /> <br />leaving me being neither the Rock of Gibraltar <br />nor the Wise Seer <br /> <br />so I sit here <br />and lament myself <br />and have another beer <br />as the world washes over me <br /> <br />but at last in desperation <br />I start to secretly collect <br />ideas and friends <br />which reinforce <br />who I thought I was <br />last year- <br />admittedly <br />a poor remedy- <br />but at least one that comes <br />with a tall beer.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-281/
