Uncertainty

I tried to make them hear my wisdom,

but they only talked and fought.

I had the stage, I owned the moment,

now my words have turned to smoke.

I came, I saw, I even conquered

the lesser version of myself.

I soon, and quick, became distracted

by the doorway where she spoke.

I thought I had this life all figured,

I relaxed and played my jokes.

So what if I'm a Jedi master?

I'm getting hungry and I'm broke.

Conclusions are constructed cheaply,

contorted riddles fill the room.

An answer lands and quiets thinking,

uncertainty can keep me woke.

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