I don’t want to know

The answers to life.

I don’t care to know

Who is or is not part of me.

I’m not interested

In finding the truth

In a book

Written by a fool

Translated by a King

That was homosexual.

I don’t want to know

How a tree grows

Or how many times

A person can love

In a lifetime.

I’m uninterested

In where someone was born

Or why they choose to make mistakes

That we all know to be foolish.

I’ve never wanted wealth

Or material possessions

That kept me chained

To abuse.

The only question

I have ever wanted answered


Where do I belong?

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