I began to realize just how much the world worked, was it my fantasy or just a pure non cognition? I hate knowing words, why did they matter anyway? I couldn't understand why it hurt so much to think about what I had just said earlier. No reason, no reason again. Maybe knowing isn't too bad, I had a slight fear of where it may take me. I cannot look back now it was too hard to understand. Can knowing be a possible factor? No, No, No, No, No, No. I had lost sight of everything I loved. My thoughts and inspiration trembling beneath me. Forever I could live with your love. I figured it was enough. Ah, but now I see, see, see, see. A knowing worth knowing, just maybe, inference? I lost my sense of direction. Oh how I feel unmoved by his insignificant feature. A word to the wise, just a word to the wise, a word to the wise. The world is danger.