Why so obscure?
Why so full of doubt?
I thought your intellect would have brought clarity.
I thought your knowledge would erase all doubt.
But now I see it all so clearly.
That your obscurity comes from futility.
Futility of intellect
Futility of knowledge
In the end there is only confusion.
When one knows not what to believe
He stands the risk of believing anything
Even if it is obscurity
Thank you for reading. This poem (I don't usually write poems) was influenced by the comments left on the blog post: Are all humans bisexual? I saw some of the ruthless battles in the comments and I came to the solid conclusion: "no one knows what to believe." There are some smart people on this site. I had to look up some of the big words they were using. Yet, all that knowledge and intellect could not answer one simple question. Ladies and gentlemen we need faith. Yes I am a Christian.