In tidbits of news and views
I know not what I seek
Each moment that I read
I loose the faith I need

Mosttimes it makes mind weary
Each piece passes its own theory
Like Reader becomes the jury
My belief becomes scarce

As mind grows more deprecating
Superficial focused and yet isolated
There is no light in such knowing
There is but doubt and despair

Wanting to be know-it-all
becoming doubt-it-all
Still Inhaling the every word of
The Poison that feels like Elixir