I felt my way through life
Through its varied twists and turns
I felt things and people and thoughts (yes I felt them)
I felt elation and distress
I felt love and hatred
I felt each dawn and every dusk
Every moment in my life has been a feeling

But now the realization of the futility of feeling dawns on me
I thought what I understood was enough
It’s only now that I realize that the not understood part has become so huge ,
There are few threads of understanding left
I relied more on feeling than understanding
And I discovered too late it would never suffice in this practical world
Rather in this world full of overly practical people