i have been given so much
yet know so little
truth can be so big
yet so brittle

what do i do? where do i go?
why can’t i be an average joe?
who am i? who could i be?
why would the world ever choose me?

let go of knowing
let go needing an answer to keep you going
let go of the need for a perfect paragraph or phrase
let go of searching for an exit to this maze

the smallest moments, the greatest mirth
the answer is near
there is no justifying my place on earth
for i am already here.