Some of us know
We know where things
Go will go and
Have gone we’ve either
Been this way before
Or stumbled through this
Dark room stubbing toes
Yet each one is
Whether person or problem
Different diverse and complex
As though someone has
Rearranged all the furniture
Without telling a soul
It’s all about guidance
Choice remains with you
There is destiny but
Fate belongs to you
We can always wander
Or walk our path
The only important thing
Finish what you started
Wisdom is cruelty
It’s long past
Understanding and experience
It is somewhere
Between gluttony and
Purge gorge and
Obesity and finally
Loss of weight
Once one understands
That gathering things
Makes life unbearable
I do do things
I eat to eat
I write to write
I love to love
Just by doing things
Absent of any pleasure
Or any other reward
Makes doing these things
Pure crystalline and unencrypted
I’ll make this short
I know that love
Is folly but I’d
Rather be a fool
Who is in love
Than a wise man
Without foolishness is enviable
Whereas wisdom remains alone
