To Never Know
I lose myself in the ordinary
To put this strangeness to rest,
Unnerved by devouring vacancy and
Susceptible to quivering instinct
That begs to never know all that’s best left alone,
To be ever free to disown this undesirable shadow.
But rather amiss is this embittered compass
That knows not which way wanders moral direction;
How undeserving is this weak resolve that relents when led
Astray, away, in search of more pain.