I am not a wise man.
For,
my mind is far too common.
I think too simplistically,
seeing all that is,
as forming.
As a thing fabricated,
made to exist and behave in certain ways.
I never see,
the why,
or true need of anything.
The complexity of humanity,
misses me entirely.
For,
there's so many languages,
I don't even know one,
could speak.
So many cultures,
so much land comprised,
of human.
I in mind exist,
utterly useless.
Luckily,
I'm only thirty.
And,
the only thing I seek is to comprehend.
To bend these words,
becoming more of a man.
To understand all land,
in the humans upon it.
To collect knowledge.
One doesn't hope to exist as wise.
As if,
to win a prize.
One simply seeks to be inspired,
as one looks in every eye.
To know one's life,
was much more than,
I......
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