There could be something to be said
about being a contrarian,
thinking highly of one's self,
and exploring deplored ideas.
Yet youth spent in a trench-coat
gives rise to an adulthood of alienation.
Can you really live without humanity?
Do you really know the truth?
You started from the supposition
that you were correct
and alone could see
what others were afraid to see.
But then you learned that you were wrong,
but can you even admit this to yourself,
that you were wrong all along?
It's so humiliating, isn't it?
To find that the bottom of the spiral
was merely death,
and you had been missing life
all along.