To forge the great world I want to make

I have sought truth and I have sought facts

**And it is with nothing to show that I must ask: **

Why have I endeavored to be on this path

To try in earnest to solve this incalculable math?

Was it to help me or was it to help you?

**Why do I do the things that I do? **

My goal was simple and shared by many

It was not to acquire just one more penny

But rather to live a life fulfilled

**Replete with the usual trips, falls, and spills **

I have come to know much in this world

These thoughts and ideas, around my head they twirled

It was with these abstractions I found much confusion

**My mind, body, and soul sustaining many contusions **

My knowledge has made me a rich man, no doubt

Yet I ask myself daily, "What is it all about?"

This life I've been given and didn't ask for

**Vulnerable and damaged, my spirit has washed ashore **

Perhaps on the beaches of ignorance I will find

More purpose and pleasure in this fruitless grind

Leave behind what I know, my suffering has urged

**These values, these goals, my conscience must purge **

To wipe the slate clean and begin anew

I now know it would mean nothing without you

Without love, without passion, I have nothing to show

The things I wish I did not know