Another year
is nothing.

I am but a child
an adult would
easily dismiss
as a pernicious "know- it-all"
One of my teenage years, is nothing
absolutely nothing,
in the face of big concepts, corporations
and calibrations.

But in fact, I don't know it all,
I hardly know anything, and I am
quite aware of my ignorance, as much
as I try to fill myself with reckless experience and
newfound knowledge.

Even so, a year is a year,
and
I'd like to spend it wisely,
if time is finite
and I am not immortal.