On Oceans of Blue

here’s my theory in full:

a truth poem, one that leaks the soul, is a living being.

he is born when my pen hits the paper.

he is dead when the flow of emotions to words stops

like a life, you can reflect on it

review it

remember it for all time

but you cannot go back in time and change it

the outcome would be different

he would die a different way

in a different place

because the rest of his life is altered by even a small coma

the butterfly effect

you cannot change your past and you cannot change a poem

it would remove truth

does that make any sense at all or am i just a rambling fool?

i am not only a rambling fool but a hypocrite

as i just re read this poem and corrected my spelling errors

such is life