i think in order to be young

you must also be a masochist

(or at least a hedonist)

to suffer through the inhospitably

of being wholly new.

I wander about this town,

this state, this physical manifestation

of perhaps nothing at all;

and I ask myself

tentatively

if there isn't yet a glimmer of hope.

perhaps perhaps

I mumble quietly to myself.

I think the greatest flaw a human being can ever procure

is to never understand of what it is,

they are capable.