I have few questions,
less answers.
I have opinions,
few facts.
I know few things for sure,
few things about myself or others,
few things about reality.
I compose and orchestrate myself to be a simple man,
and yet,
I cannot figure myself out.
May be I am a simple man.
May be i am too simple.
Too simple for contemplation
or introspection
or any serious level
of revelation.