Maybe I don’t know much about hope
But I know a bit about disappointment
Maybe I don’t know much about believing
But I know a bit about deceiving
Maybe you think you know what I know?
Maybe you know a little I don’t?
Maybe right now I know nothing about purpose
But a little about pointlessness
Maybe tomorrow I will know everything about time
But nothing about the eternal or divine
Maybe someone somewhere knows something?
Maybe they will try so very hard to teach me the beautiful futility of everything?
Do you really think I know nothing about the light?
In my twisted darkness and inside fight
With my bruises and scars and unrecognisable face?
Do you know a little about empathy? Can you stand in my place?
Maybe I don’t know anything about your happy game
But I know a lot about shame