Confusion, a swirling mist of eternity, spiraling ever downward
Glued inside the chaos, I sit, contemplating, forcefully inclined
Seeking truth, thinking and yearning for what can be learned
for what can be taught
for what can be taken
Clarity is a joke, a laughter of concepts wearing a veil
I try to get to the bottom, swimming deep, minding my own business
But I am imposed upon by a not-so-self-evident spark
I control it
for I define it.
