We Traveled
What has been done to it, to find out if it was good or bad?
And what would I do with that I'm a learner.
Nothing knowing anything about unconditional something,
Or maybe it's basically saying that I'm stupid.
(More or less, We traveled. Spring thunderstorms.)
It was what it was like I am what I am, it was or it was not.
It was not. To think deeply is not to feel huge.
All is answers, mechanical repetition,
Gives no advice, the cosmos, there is a pale in chaos,
An evening in March. Even if it panicked, the dumber.