poor quality of life

i must file away these fortuneless feelings
i must be changed, in an instant, all at once
(and we will be changed! yes, we will be changed)

i must exist in a neuter state
to be hosed down like a muddy dog
what undercoat could soothe me?

the spirited words of a warning sign
would take to heed what i have always known
and i will shake (shake, shake, shake)

there are many things not worth memorializing
there are endless things that will pass us by
but i cannot avoid the fact of me, in design

rigidity, which foundates and realizes
complexity, which consists and comprises
perspicacity, which dooms, dooms, dooms

because if i did not notice--
why, then i would simply not know
the bloody curse of information

ever vying, in vain, to obscure this from myself
ever dying, in pain, to procure this from myself

we cannot even justify with a nod to perfect quality
this onslaughting quantity of overengineered thoughts

i learn not what i do not understand, but what i cannot
i crave not what i can observe, but what i will not be told

how can i reach wisdom by refusing what i ought?

still, i must know.