Careening down paths of absolute predicaments, searching for answers to put to the test and finalizing temperaments of formulas to see what works in tandem with truths of past mistakes.
Little bits of knowing, sharing particles of honesty without missing major portions of how some theories seem to be working.
Even though they're never proven to any type of satisfaction, leaving thought out in the open to dry out and crumble under any type of scrutiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem