What Do You Know

So you know the only road you know But do you know this isn't it, and do you know anything about long dark hours and dark nights and darker thoughts, darker than you ever realized, and Do you know when there is nothing left inside like your worthless like broken pieces like shards of shattered glass. Do you know why you're always in hurry to get to nowhere? Do you know why I want to write these words about you as I sit in this cafe broke, crowded with people I don't care to know at all, ever. Do you know how many times I've read these words backwards to borrow a phrase What do you know about an empty soul a weary life, a painful experience that grips the present What do you know that you pretend not to know?