Everywhere I look, I see glittering smiles
That detract from the image
Of the drops falling within each glass;
Furious tempest of indifferent ideas,
Lament of mothers, who no longer mothers,
Can only but cry besides graves.
And in that instant of inward reflection
I stop being present; being myself;
In that moment of thoughtless thoughts,
Unfinished conversations, stares, laughter,
I think the world can no longer surprise me;
I understand I know nothing, and therefore,
I know it all.