Dark days.

I think I know
And this knowing has come at great cost.

Why poets die penniless and alone.
Why great artist are little more than vagabonds while alive.

Why some pursuits are worthwhile
Why others are not.

I think I know.

I think I know
what my life will be like when I will die,

I think I know
what has meaning,
what makes sense
what does not.

and I think I know
real meaning
and real value.

and I think I know
what others think of me

And while I think I know
I am ridiculed for what I am not

I know
the only thing of value
I can leave behind
is the clearest picture
of who and what I am.

It is the only thing
I know for sure