So long I studied living, not knowing what I learned;

so long the truth of common sense was something that I spurned.

Perhaps, one day, I’ll find it, the answer that I seek;

or maybe in the distance, just get a tiny peek.

It doesn’t really matter if the answer I don’t know

Because I really don’t know where the hell I go.

I wander in the darkness with lights to guide my way

and somewhere through it the mess it is I don’t know what to say.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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