Poem: Maybe

 A sand castle built with care and toil

stretching into days and into years

There stand my thoughts and theories

Steady on the bay of my mind

Only to be washed away by a wave of

“I might be completely wrong”.

 

In search for the essence of arguments,

Their loop holes, their logic, or what seem to be

Words, reasons, facts, and their chemistry

Everything lines up; it seems to

Yield a golden answer,

A final judgment!

And yet I hear a voice inside of me,

“I could be wrong.”

 

An undeniable gut feeling

A nudge that cannot be ignored or explained

A sixth sense, an intuition,

An accumulation of knowledge that renders

An instant judgment with a CLEAR message!

And yet a faint voice in my head stops me in my tracks,

“I could be wrong.”

 

A shared opinion is twice as strong.

Even more so when it is with those

Whose judgments are relied upon,

With those who deftly employ their

unfailing powers of reason and gut 

Or so it is believed

Despite numerous allies,

The voice in my head speaks out softly

but just loud enough for me to hear it say,

“We could all be wrong.”

 

And maybe, just maybe

It is best for a castle to be washed away

Only to be replaced by another one that stands

Firm, steady, and mighty, or so it seems

Until the next wave breaks.