What is there to see?
I don't understand it
And I never had it
Will never know that burning curiosity
For the depths that never belonged to me
I will never hang on every word
Will not crave for crumb and curd
Will not follow, will not listen, cannot fathom, hate to guess and...
I will never know what it is
That the world sees in this
I am busy with my own
Will not ever take one out on loan
I will never understand
The strange fancies of each man
What is there for them to miss?
Trade them out, I insist