Wisdom

A little poem to start the blog out right…
i know i am not wise
yet somehow i seem to have
fooled everyone to think so
i know i am not pretty
of this i am quite certain
don’t be fooled, however, for
i know that hidden beneath
this mediocre exterior is
beauty of great depth
if you wish to truly see it
look no further than my eyes
it is there that i keep my secrets
with all my hopes and dreams
there is something to be said
for those who can see
what it appears i cannot
but that doesn’t mean
that i will believe you
or that i will even accept it
don’t you worry, though
for i won’t forget it
i sit surrounded by the words
and the pages i devour
without a second thought
for i’d rather be nowhere else
i sit with all of my emotions
displayed upon my sleeves
because i have yet to learn
to hide them behind my eyes
i sit encouraged by my creations
to push boundaries further
and remember that the past
does not define my future
i sit and inhale the fumes
from my cup of coffee
my counterpart, determined
to maintain my consciousness
perhaps wisdom is what comes
from a life dedicated
to knowledge and understanding
take care not to judge me
for my age or appearance
it may appear that i know more
than you give me credit for