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.