Entrapping myself in the echos of its poetry
Reciting those same words over and over again,
“Not good enough. Try again.”

How do I simply express this complex, complicated, convoluted figure
A person who knows himself is a person who lies;
Is a person who dies
They die too early and they die knowing nothing


To know it all is to know no adventure
It is to know what you never knew
So as I sit here contemplating what I am -
I come up with nothing, but the words,
“Try Again.”