We're All Golden Sunflowers Inside

“Gnosis”

I know that I could speak,

but the words lag far behind.

I know that I could pray,

but the thought won’t leave my mind.

I know that I could sing,

but the notes were left unlined.

I know that I could write,

but inspiration was resigned.

I know that I could play,

but the impulse was reassigned.

I know that I could dance,

but soon felt disinclined.

I know that I could pretend,

but the truth would come to mind.

I know that I could work,

but felt better to unwind.

I know that I could laugh,

but the reason felt unkind.

I know that I could stretch,

but my muscles felt confined.

I know that I could run,

but without direction and so blind.

I know that I could smile,

but for it all I still pined.

I know that I could frown,

but desired peace of mind.