The Unwritten

Inside this mind

hunch ideas that have never been realised

never been created

never been imagined 

they’re hiding

they’re sleeping in there

dark in the dark

alone and sad

but they won’t come out

not for problems not for solutions not for games.

even when the mind is thinking

they’ll still be there, hiding

crowds of people over days and nights pass by

see nothing

be none the wiser

what ideas could it be

that they won’t mention

in what imagination 

would I remember it

would I be able to see it

to make out the real ideas

of everything

maybe there aren’t many

it could be that there’s only one idea

and it’s all we need

it’s here in this mind

every mind in the world

is like this

Paul

We re-wrote this poem by W.S. Merwin.