• The things that I do not know are borderline AMAZING to me.
    I never realized I had some thoughts lingering on this subject.
    Oh silly poem, Can I not list them as you listen?

    Love, that silly subject fails to come into my grasp.
    Just for a minute, let us say I know such a word.
    Then, I would be quite interesting to play with.

    Fashion. Is it because I do not have a sixth sense for it?
    Just for a minute, think about it for a minute.
    Why cannot we wear whatever and be fine with it?

    Emotions. Quite oddly, we all have these petty things.
    We cry over situations. We even laugh when we are in pain.
    What is the real use to these feelings, anyway?

    Madness! Oh, you think I do not understand this.
    Why would you dare think that?
    Quite the contrary, I happen to have the knowledge and have this things you call MADNESS.

    Oh, these things fail to get my grasp.
    One little concept rules my mind of dreams.
    Imagination could help with this, but it is just our thoughts.

    The things I simply do not understand do not just amaze me.
    They ruin me; they confuse me; they give me frustration.
    Does it matter anymore? Let us just not listen for minute.