When you knocked drunkenly

Upon the secrets of human composition,

I begged you to think,

But something strange,

Like honor in the 21st century,

A misnomer of pride,

Put black to a coloring book page.

What made you think of yourself as God,

Besides your parents and your 5 senses?

Pull the curtains before your final act plays out.

The lines are unfinished and quite unknown.

One can hope for quick thinking ,

But, truly, how could that be better than practice?

I beg you to break from ambition

For a little while

And learn the world outside of knowledge.