No Understanding

I don't understand me.

I don't understand myself.

Where do I go from here?

What's the next step I should take?

I haven't a clue

I was hoping you could tell me.

But obviously not

Since you seem to know nothing.

So stop staring at me

As if I'm crazy.

Turn your eyes away

And gaze at the hills.

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[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

The frustration in this poem is pouring our of the page.
No one wants rubberneckers around when they need help.