Cluelessness.

Anything is possible.

We all know that.

We can’t comprehend,

Half of what we know.

But at least we try,

To understand.

 

Useless.

 

There’s a million things,

That could control anything we do.

Free will?

Destinies?

Maybe they don’t exist,

There’s no way to know.

 

Pointless.

 

Comprehension,

Isn’t understanding.

Knowledge,

Is futile.

The only way to know,

Is to be told.

 

Stupid.

 

We could all just be,

Clueless infants.

We could all just be,

A little oblivious.

We could all just be,

Dead.

 

Unknown.

 

But there’s no way,

To know,

If you’re dead.

Because we’re,

Incapable,

Of comprehending.

 

Perhaps?

 

Maybe understanding,

Is the closest we can come,

To being,

Omniscient.

Maybe it’s just…

Better that way.

Unseen.

The End

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