Knowledge of Wisdom

I look at myself, not through glass

Look at my being, eye less gleaming

I find myself sorrowful, not without reason

For the things I know are too many.

I look at myself in the eye,

As I observe fate. I pay no attention,

To mine own, because there is no point.

I see with all my knowledge now, that all is pointless.

Where flowers only blossom to die

I don't have any wisdom to truly decide,

If I should continue being pointless as well,

Or should I just be a few words atop the rest.

I am unsure and not guaranteed to succeed.

I don't see the reason for such things.

Trying is an ailment for having no reason

Which is why nobody ever tries breathing.

We all find little things to selfishly live for

Instead of looking at our reflection as a whole,

And finding a true solution to major problems

It is the fact we do not know how to agree

That causes such disagreements between,

The entirety of our kind. We all know,

Our time is constantly being burned

By the fires of man, and we have no remorse

How can we have no remorse? We need remorse.

If we do no regret our actions, how can we ever stop this?

What are we learning from all this? What do we perceive,

As fact or fiction, as good or bad, right and wrong!

How can we ever fix the things we have done if we don't try?

If we don't put aside differences to change the future.

Together, we can have a reason, but alone we are dirt.

I know that I am only run by knowledge,

I have no wisdom of my own to share.

All I know is what wisdom sounds like,

And that experiences speak much louder.

That is my simple knowledge of wisdom,

And it is only proof I know nothing,

But strive for reason in everything.