I’m sorry son
I’m all out of answers
I can barely sit in the question
I can barely bear the question
I can barely bear me
I’m a half baked wisdom slinger
Minting words for the ages
Alone in an echo chamber
So loud in here it is deafening
I can barely hear me
I am all-seeing
I see further than any and all
If only I can scrape this thick mud
Off the lens that bestows upon me the gift of sight
The more I scrape
The thicker the mud
I can barely see me
I am omnipotent
I manifest realities transcendent of space and time
I am maker of laws of physics and man
If only I can wake from this deep slumber
The more times I open my eyes
The harder old habits pull me back to night eternal
I can barely wake me
I’m sorry son
I’m all out of answers
You never asked for
I’m all out of answers
You have no use for
I’m all out of answers
You need to pursue on your own
I’m all out of answers
To questions you asked
Of Death
Of Life
Of Liberty
Of Justice
Of Babies
Of War
Of Impermanence
Of Uncertainty
Of Pasta Sauce
To questions you are yet to ask
I’m all out of answers
I stand before you
Beaten helpless
By relentless neuroses
By gargantuan pride
By selfish ego
In an infinite ocean
In a tempest immortal
My son
My teacher
My anchor
My love
Sit with me
As I sit with you
All out of answers