Walking blind, except when I'm fooling myself.
I know too much, think too much
and in the steady erosion of my ignorance,
I perish and cry out; dust to dust.
I'm nothing more than what I am not.
I'm nothing more than the choices I've made.
I'm nothing more than a question constantly asked.
And I try, like original sin, to answer.
I'm an aching void when my knowing leaves me
confronting the unknown without
as blind as a baby reborn.
gallagher
26 Oct 76
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —