Loner's Punishment.

It all ends before it begins,
Punishment dealt out before a man sins.
Punishment big, so a man can't act,
For which on his sins there was made a pact
Of punishment.
It all goes on and on.
Punishment given out for sins not yet committed.
Rewards given to people
  who don't
  deserve it yet.
It's the way of the world, what happens, happens.
                Reason cometh only after
                              the event.
My notebook lies on the floor for a reason.
    I dropped it. Oops.
Speaking of I; I, I, I, I,
  Must know why, why, why, why, why why,
    I am charged with pain.
    Lo! Tis maturity's fault!
My soul hath aged.
With no memories in the vault
    Of my mind.
I went through life backwad, according to their path.
  I got answers to questions I had no need to ask.
                              You do the math.


If life is a ballroom, and the lives doth dance,
I'm the one watching and dreaming romance.
                  Nay!
I'm the one watching, and filing inside,
The ways of the dance, in my answer's I hide.

                      Enough is enough.

But less is too little.
        You want to be filled, I, by reducing my size,
Until my soul's itty outline of lies
        Touches itself.
I'm filled with the outline
                      of me.
It seems so nice.
                Mereley because

                I am biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig,
Big as the univers which fits in my head,
And like it, I've holes that shall render me dead.
                BUt I shall be whole.
I have a mantra of hope, you see:

                                I'm working on it.
Truly fortunate is any man who can say the same.
(Or woman)
  I'm open minded.
Alack!, that is my bloody hideous problem to begin with!
                            Full circle.
Though I hath done well.

For even ignorance
Has to be.
But more to the point: it is.
As are all things.
That is no longer a source for questions.