I am...
without gender
without communication
without religion
without determination
without sense
without direction
without end
without perfection
without security
without ability
without guidance
without agility
without answer
without question
without thought
without expression
Thus curiosity directed to who
And what displayed a sinful twist
Declared a hesitant position of where
When creation pursued to resist
And why was mistaken for a truth
As to how cannot truly exist
