I would argue for a way to vaunt my own weakness
I can no longer decide what should be done
The pursuit of knowledge has left me rudderless
The more I know the less I can say
I call it honesty.
Trapped by my puritanical need for universal application
The need to be understood and not mistook
Leaves me speechless at the edge of decision
Unable to filter the wheat from the chaff
wanting all to see my perspective
my invitations go unwanted
The rocks are now my examples
Sharing the only truth they know how
And in the end, aren't they the better for it?
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