I bloody forgot to log in.
Shame on me.
"And my analogy doesn't make sense at all."
You're right, it doesn't make sense- in the morning, but at evening o' clock it does.
Is the tree whatever it tells you it is?
Were you sure of what it was intially.
Did you accept it's denial of what you assumed it to be, with ease.
Were you wrong?
Was the tree wrong?
Can it be many things (hmmmmm)
After a while, did it start to look like a different species of tree, consistent with its new name?
"What's important is the chase."
For the _ _ _ _
Crosswords can be tedious. The internet can speed up the identification process. I get to pretend I'm good at crosswords this way, and enter competitions giving me the chance to win a holiday.
Have you ever heard of the word 'Awnings'? I hadn't until yesterday.
Smokers huddle underneath them in the rain to get their break-time fixes.
I'm obviously verbally challenged and sheltered.
Kinda like them.
The truthseeker takes
The poet gives.
Wearing a "paradox" cloth badge
They both like to rearrange.
The truthseeker collects jigsaw pieces
The poet scatters them.
Is there shared ownership between approaches
A marriage of sorts-
What's his is hers?
Uncovered or created
The game of finders keepers takes on a new twist
The truthseeker can't resist
What the poet may choose to desist
The poet in constructing his own world
Covers up fertile ground
The truthseeker views the poet's liberal perceptions
With destructive intentions
Harmony sings to the ear-less in No-man's Land
Creative... destruction lies in the Strait of Hormuz