Each morning I wake, my sole wish to
understand this world, and my place in it
Have I made progress? Slim, I must admit
and though I seem as such, I have no clue
how to stumble through life not being blue
Often I feel as though I want to quit,
but some twisted will won't let me submit
until life wrings me dry, bids me adieu

When I think of lost time, I feel contrite,
the learning curve of life always felt steep
and the future seems looming, foreboding
Sometimes my hubris fools me by daylight
yet when I go to bed, just before sleep
it hits me; I'm no closer to knowing

Math, from addition to tangent bundles, is more like every principle is of the same level of complexity.
It is only adding to others that makes them confusing.

My mind:
Filled with memories
Of unkind
And remedies
For pain

My brain:
Is going insane
By the very thought
Of any distraught
Coming to you

It's a war in here,
I need you dear

How do I express,
To the people I love most,
That the emptiness I feel
is no fault but my own?

we made eye contact today.

                                   The last time I held you was a year ago.

                                                                                               I don't know
                                                                                          how I feel about that.

Whom do I love?
You
or the suffering you bring?