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
if there isn't yet a glimmer of hope.
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.