uncommon sense

there is no
class

for common sense. no one
tells

you exactly what love is.
what
pain is.

there is no book on sorrow.
Shakespeare tries,

but falls short
with language that needs
to be deciphered.

no university teaches
the science

of gloom, of desperation.
or the beauty that

lies on the other side.
the sweet

and meanness of life,
is in your hands.

your fate, your wisdom is
all yours
to decide.