Continental Philosophy

With questions put aside

A small part of me dies

The answers I fear not but that

No answers were really got

And that is the worst

To think this is the first

Sign of narcissistic

Psychotic

Delusional

Drivel

So many things unsolved

That could have been dissolved

From the start

I can’t

Understand the obtuseness, the avoidance, the digressions, the cynicism, the prolonging, the regression, the changing, the confusion, the confusion, the confusion

The confusion.

I can’t forget the confusion.

Until confusion is explained

There is no diffusion

There is no solution

Just more intrusions

Curiosity controlled; but not abated

The ego quietly grumbles for morsels

Any scrap will do

Like a dog to a  bone

We are one and the same

In our own unique way

And for that, we must pay

We still pay