One Education
Entry for 2017-12-03


I was told I was important.
I was told I had a soul.

I was taught it is required
to have poetry in one's soul.

I was taught there is no soul.

I was told one is admired
if his poetry has soul.

I was taught there is no poetry.

There is nothing, I was told,
but to age and then to die.

I have learned that teachers lie.

I have learned I am important.
I have pictures of my soul.

I believe I live forever.

I am very young and gullible,
I believe all I am told,
I've amassed a hoard of theories,

I have written many poems
and marveled at how quickly
they grow old