As If I Knew
Brilliant in the scheme of it all
maybe it was this way intentionally
gracing the halls of the universe
time fled away conventionally.
Do I have a use for conventional wisdom
in all it's brilliance, in the design?
Grand, though it may be, at a time
a style I needed to much refine.
Why then does it matter, the falling
of ringed trees, passing of years through?
Why do you cock your head astray,
and look to me for another way
as if I knew?