I cannot learn from my mistakes
Because I haven't made them yet
I sit here, cooped up, at my desk
I'm writing poems about this state

I know so much, yet never learnt
I've never dared, I've never hoped
I've never loved and never seen
The ghost that's often in my dreams

And still I sit in here, I fear
The door that is so very near
I do not know the corridors
Which turns to take, which way to go

I know so much, yet never learnt
I've never dared, I've never hoped
I've never loved and never seen
The ghost that's often in my dreams

I never thought to seek my worth
When they called out I've not stepped forth
And now I see that after all
I don't know shit about this world