I am always doing, when nothing need be done.
I search for answers, when there is nothing to find.
I strive to learn, but I must unlearn.
I wake from sleep, into another dream
I search for God, it is God that seeks.
I ask for forgiveness, but there’s nothing to forgive.
I run away, but never move an inch.
I beg for knowledge, of what I already know.
I fear my death, but have presumed my birth.
I am nothing, but I am everything.