End of the Road
March 25th, 2012
Filed under: Poems
What is the purpose, if it remains chemical?
Why allow the ideal and not allow nature?
Who is the counterpart, the catalyst to that future?
When will I stop asking that which keeps me cynical?
Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s a cultural plague.
But even knowing the answers does nothing for experience.
To my credit, of the concept I’ve made sense.
Naivete, however, will ensure it remains vague.