Confusion

You will never understand, you will never comprehend

But you will have children

And they will have children

And you will build villages, and towns, and cities,

And you'll create languages (or perhaps one will be given to you)

And you will believe

And you will label

And you will divide yourselves among yourselves

You will fight in wars and escape with your life by a miracle

(Or die most freakishly)

And you will be driven by instinct

And want nothing else but to reproduce, to feed, and to relieve yourself

You will know how to keep yourself healthy (or not)

You’ll know how to make money (or not)

And you will hate others

And you will love

And you will laugh

And you will cry

And...and...and...

You will speak in hushed tones and in low voices

Or scream as loud as you humanly can

And you will smile soliciting company

Or you will chuckle nervously

You will court a woman (or a man)

You will create laws and break them

Or lay your life upholding them

You will kill and you will travel (or stay put)

And you will abandon your family or your family will abandon you

And you will invent

And you will manipulate

But you will never understand

You will never comprehend

And you will think you are better than others

And you will chase them away

And you will want to save yourself

And you will look at the birds and will want to fly

You’ll have pets, and pets will have you (you will be somebody's pet)

And you will notice the cycles and you will be a part of a cycle, and you will imitate cycles

And you will be a cycle within a cycle

And that cycle will be a cycle within another cycle

And you will be misunderstood

And you will be flattered

And you will be adored

And you will be watched

And you will be ignored

And you'll strut

And you will limp

You will stand (or sit)

And you will lie down on beds or on the grass or the sand or the dirt, and you'll wish to be older, or younger

You’ll wish for things you will not withstand

Or wish for too little

And you will wish you didn't understand

And you'll wish you understood more

But you will never understand really

And you will create order

Or promote disorder

And you will look around

Or straight ahead

You’ll stifle a cough

And you will run, walk, or stand still,

And you'll get tired, or be restless,

But you will never understand, you will never comprehend

You'll be numbed

You’ll be terrified, sad or glad

You’ll write poems, compose songs, play instruments

You will draw and paint

You’ll notice the summer, spring, fall, and winter

And you will write for hours

And your heart will ache

And you will stare for hours and do not comprehend still

You will be alone and wish for company

You’ll have company and wish for solitude

You will be hot or cold

You’ll sweat and be dry

You will swim

You’ll paint your face and talk close to the one next to you

But you will not understand, you will not comprehend

You'll be outside wanting in

Or inside wanting out

You will love the day and hate the night

Or hate the day and love the night

You'll move at night and stand still in the day, or vice versa

You’ll get tired of reading this and think there is no point to it

And be annoyed by the ands

And...and...and

Your turn will come and your turn will end

And another cycle will begin

And again will happen again

And you will realize you are imprisoned and know not what to do

You'll look around and see others, prisoners as well, who will not see you (or the prison)

And you'll choke and hate the blind and hate your shackles

You will peer in between slots and above rows

And you will peer from around columns

But you will not understand

You will never get it

You'll know that it’s all a farce

And you will partake of this farce and want more

But there will be no more