Do you reach inside yourself And pull out all the wisdom Wisdom for any occasion On call when you need it Wisdom is fickle It is always available for giving Right at your fingertips and as clear as a landscape When other people need it Kind of like reality You can always see it The obvious writing on the wall For someone else dilemma But oh that wisdom Some how is escaping me The brains I use to function Can’t seem to find the wisdom Like a wall of graffiti When I need it
I think this is the best of your work you've posted here. It addresses larger issues, it's tight and coherent, and there's a sense of irony at the end that I like. Also, your command of language is stronger with this one. The lack of punctuation confused me, however ... did you intend to leave it bare of punctuation?
Sometimes I get so caught up in the emotion of the words, I forget to puntuate or I don't pay enough attention to it. Not sure. Probably something I should pay more attention to though. Thanks!
