Be it wisdom, hope, promise of life
Human actions are shuddered by their infidelity.
The womb of time is a pattern so delicately woven
That to endeavor to decipher
would be a fool’s journey
Into the world of impossibilities.
Annexed into life’s hysterics
Is the promise of wisdom,
and the presence of doubt —
Which will eventually be the destruction of man.
Life originates with a cry of pain
And expires with a sigh of relief.
To have minute knowledge is an asset
To have ample knowledge is a conundrum.