Final answer, final entry;
I bubbled in a lot of bubbles
in my youthful hours.
A, B, C, not often D.
Until I discovered
that trees have knees.
Or was it
needs?
My mirth at my worth
evaporated as the dry pit
of civil eyes looked through the portal
and passed through lies.
I am not confident anymore.
That might be the acorn
of a little bit of wisdom.
I am oaked, now.
Enough about me,
let's talk about talking.
Language got us here.
Language, can it get us out?
I do not think so.
More about my thoughts:
I think it will take touch.
And the touch
of those trees.
Roman Ryan 