Understand

Not finding the words
not knowing where it lands
not hoping for it all to end
and not knowing why it's all so broken
from wherever I stand

Not having to familiarize strangers
and not growing old amongst the hold

not wanting to know or hold

and not knowing what I was to withhold

No break for pauses

nor glancing for visions

no understudy or preperation helpful

for these unexpected visions

In negation and amidst denail

what is the make up of this senile?

They say they know,

but yet we know not what we do

and yet we run wild in our directions

after things and behind feelings

we call our own

Understanding - the basis for our knowledge

Understanding - the knowledge of all that's around

Understanding- the patience to know and forget,

of knowing and yet not showing

like the tear behind the smile of a clown...