This is not a teenaged poem.
I do not know life, I do not know love.
I am not afraid to admit I know nothing.
Nothing, after all, is better than everything.
"Nothing" leaves room for improvement.
I pity the man who has everything,
For "everything" is hopeless -
The only thing left is death,
Because all else has been experienced.
If a man has everything except death,
He cannot have everything, can he?....
We are all lacking, in this world of possibilities.
So do not tell me I know nothing,
As if it is a bad thing.
After all, you know nothing, too.