In the name to all that I have known has been a waste. I know nothing.
I never knew why the clock struck two or why there had to be skies of blue
interchangeably to gray to make me shudder with sadness.
My state of mind is shockingly deplorable and porous.
I am an unfit sponge in a dank murky pool
of cut up pieces of wisdom and joy
that has yet to be discovered.