I am neither here nor there
I simply flitter about along the spectrum
Reading into every subject
But turning pages before I finish them

Ambivalence is recompense of commonplace deliverance
And I cannot confide within myself a singular position
So contrived is psyche socio-implied
That when I wish myself concerted
I doubt even that truth might exist
And wander evermore

I am a nomad of the mind
And in this endless wandering
I grasp no inkling of forever
But garner truth in facts unfounded
By comparing them to naught

I am an eagle
Free, but always hunting
Strafing toward another nugget
So I might fill the curiosity
Of my bloodied beak
And reap the soul
Of emotion
From the pangs of indifference
To free myself of fixation

Thus, I squander myself
In search of objectivity
But never wonder why