But I understand.

I understand the freedom that is stretched to becoming slavery, 

which gave me the experience that taught me to refuse. 

I understand the shams that coat the truth, 

which wrongly pursued for power that seeked revenge. 

I understand the enigma that surrounds the world's beliefs,

which gave me the knowledge that put much in my imagination.

I understand the protection of a mask that balances good and evil,

which opened the reality of lies and tricks. 

I understand the principles and ideologies that are built from influence,

which distorted the views from submission to decadence.

I understand the pause of life that defined nostalgia,

which yoked the obligation and bliss of alcohol to a person's life. 

I understand the meaning of love the day I did not think of myself, 

which let me get hurt the night I wanted it to be night all day. 

But I have yet to understand the possibility---that granule of possibility, that what I understood, can all be wrong. 

But I understand.