I don’t know

allow me to
point
you in this direction.
don’t follow my lead
though,
this is just what i’ve been told.
i presume scraps of truth
in what’s been said.
reason rests upon
fanciful belief.
belief and fact,
skewed,
impede judgment,
to which each slant levels.
distorted facts contort belief
towards irrationality.
i don’t know what i know.

Believing emptiness taught.

excuse me,
let’s make this easier,
more convenient.
let’s remove life,
and substitute it
with the automated.
heck, i’m just a response.
the science of
who, what, where, why and when
of me is public domain.
this causes that,
so what am I?
as far as i know,
i’m a disposable response
whose weight
is less than
what is capable.
that’s good right?
to make a profit,
the baseline must be
less than that of proposed.
i express a constructed distress,
one of which seems new.
it may be new to me,
but to those will experience
call bullshit.
excuse my inexperience,
but i didn’t know someone
was orchestrating this whole ordeal.
why bother?
to me, it seems juvenile
and malicious.
we fight amongst ourselves
knowing, upon personal reflection,
this all to be meaningless.
i complain at what i grasp at
because it’s something
that is not there.
how i continuously lead myself
to believe in what’s not there.

Fencing thoughts for balance

i doubt my will,
or maybe that’s my nature?
to be uncertain seems natural.
i believe in doubt and
yet i doubt to fully believe.
i sit upon the fence of indifference,
only to sometimes step upon the grasses
that tickle my toes justly.
it’s hard to chose,
when each reason supports
and cancels each other out.
i agree with both the positive and negative.
i think this, but then i think that.
my thoughts are constructively counter-productive.
i break even, yet i’m unbalanced.