As my life carries on through my thirties, I still sit and ponder the true meaning of life.
--Does anyone fully understand?
--Is life a statement, question, or exclamation?
--Does life contain the answers?
--Will life give the simple mind clarity?

As confused and twisted as my mind is, I will still maintain the assumption that time will work everything out. Shit, don't get me started on time.

This life seems to desensitize and misinterpret pretty much everything it doesn't want to comprehend or take the time to understand. With this in mind, I would...