I’m so unimportantly important.
Or is it importantly unimportant?
Either way, I’m in a portent,
And perhaps that may be good.
Or per chance could it be bad?
These contradictions can make me awfully mad.
Damned if I am, or damned if I’m not?
Or is it blessed that I am what I am?
Should the universe be so kind as to provide a hint?
Maybe my whole life has been a hint,
each day offered as another chance to get it.
Or maybe I already get it?
Some say ignorance is bliss, and
I in my ignorance blissfully agree.
It’s easy to trust that the truth will come–
that scares the shit out of me.
Do I really want to know the truth?
To shatter my ignorance in a single moment,
with truth so pure it tastes like a lie?
Is this really what I want?
No.
Yes?
Maybe…
Another item added to the list of “I don’t knows.”
