Mu

There are too many truths.

So many realms of possibility

and still unexplained oddities

So many frames to evaluate the world through

So many games you can't tell when you lose

So many "isms" on which to base your views

So many rhythms to hum your tune along to

So many choices that affect many more than oneself

So forgive me please I really can't help

Thinking that yes or a no, right or a wrong

The best and the worst, the short and the long

Are positive, negative, definitive or certain

Leaving me confused with an infinity of burdens

One man's trash is another man's treasure

One man's pain is another man's pleasure

So who the fuck am I to ever speak with conviction

On politics, or race, or people, or religion

A blank canvas am I, young and empty,

A mere product of my time, place and setting

Context should never define you completely

Absorbing everything, I'll let you complete me.