I choose not to believe

Not to own my faith

Or let my faith own myself

 

I choose to let my thoughts

Wander freely in the wind

They’re coarse, undefined, and taste like sand

 

I choose to stare into the abyss

Feeling frightened fear

Leave my spine in waves across the room

 

I choose to waste my time

Expanding my brain

Far beyond the enclosures of my pasty white skull

 

I choose to create

Not to copy

Or overcompensate for things I haven’t done

 

I choose to say three letters

Three words communicate gratitude

They are “I OWE YOU”

 

I choose to acknowledge

Everyone for giving me

New information, whether they know it or not

 

I choose to be the lowest

Of the low

For only the man who knows nothing can learn everything.