I have nearly infinite wisdom,
The only thing I've yet to learn,
Is how to use it.

Such confusion alludes to the heart of the matter,
What matters the most is the loveliest banter,
Brief talks between stars that sound near but so far,
You cannot discern from the clamor,
The noise that trades thought,
To all empty and dark,
Dreams that sing to the world that it staggers,
And should it soon fall,
It will take us all,
If only we'd think that it matters.