Certain hairs on my head are always brushed aside.
Merely breathing and hoping to know it all.
Not doing the things that make life so purposeless,
not wanting to be purposeless, searching for meaning,
finding nothing but ideas about how not to be
purposeless. Wonderful ideas on people
I could never be making me clamor for more
information on how to be better. Endless searches
for the perspectives of geniuses who might make
me more capable of being a good human being,
knowing that I might be best satisfied as purposeless.