Can you miss something you’ve never had?
Just because you’ve never had something, can you still feel a hole in yourself, even if you’ve grown accustomed to that hole?
Most often I find
I did not know what it was
So ignored it, I the cause
Since knowledge slipped my grasp
It must not have been wanted any more than a wasp
Now I sit and wonder if maybe I was wrong
Going my whole life through as a member of the throng.