Knowledge

A poem about not going after what your dreams are

We sit, we think, but of what?

An empty cup that we shant fill up.

What do i have, what is meant of me

That have one simple thing, integrity

 

No need to lye for what is this time

We fill to only simply die

Its the worst crime that one commits

To yourself, red hand, culprit

 

Maybe its just the time were in

Or maybe we are just downright stupid

Either or all i want is more

Knowledge as a mentor