Another rather teenish poem by Andrew Alder, from the same period of my life
I heard, I saw, I understood
As gently as a block of wood
Might fall upon one's head
And wide conclusions rose
The motives for their thoughts were clear
But my own thoughts were made appear
Uniquely just
The motives for my thoughts were clear
I wondered just which thought to trust
The thoughts confused and froze
The school bell spoke, awoke
My mind of whirling, crumbling dust
It broke the thought, still I remember some
To echo down the hallways of my mind for days to come.