On A New

When we feel new is not old. The best pleasure we have is unknown. Only touching the had. Make us mad as we look for more. From something that is in us already. Reject the repeat. Its knowledge that comes from experience and experience is in adventure. None that copy laughter are happy. When the smile is old we look for what we didn’t know is true. It’s through you I find my words. Don’t read what’s been said. Let there be converse between mystery. And the rest are led to believe in the unseen. It’s invention that stets us apart. Our minds remember but strive for more. We build the blocks and leave them behind, cause cars are what we have next. Move on to where we run and no one will catch up. Keep seeing for its unseen the writing that is unwritten, but writers keep writing. With a pen that has written. Go forward with thought don’t let doubt be today cause tomorrow is sure to come unless you stay with yesterday. Make it up as you go.