I have thoughts
I believe to be my own
going back through conversations
whom said it first,
me or you?

Are we all tied up together
speaking words
writing them down
trying to understand
reading through research
I’ve been told the resolve
yet I’m now curious on how
what it felt to find
what it felt to live through.

The terror of deaths
the uncertainty of how
of what led to that moment
now knowing the answers
and now
I’m never knowing those moments
or the how of it all.

We have all this knowledge
and a curiosity inside us
left to die unfilled
because the research we’ve read
the problems solved
we always have more
yet I want to know the past of it all
how the answers to everything
rather than all this knowledge
dying within my brain
to much to learn
to much I’ve heard
to much I’ve read
and I’ve never been a part
in which I’ve lost
the magic of it all
because I know the science
because I know the research
because I’ve been told what
even if I’ve never been a part of how.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina