Sense doesn't make sense.

i know a lot about a lot,but i dont know much of anything,just because you can dance,doesnt mean you can sing.but dont get me wrong,you can still fly with a broken wing.at the exact same time,i can seem smart and dumb,i may not read the notes,but i can find the rhythm.im fast and im slow,i learn and i grow,i know so much,but theres so much i dont know.i know a lot about a lot,but i dont know much of anything,time passes daily,but you dont know what time will bring.sense doesnt make sense,real matters are blurred at the worlds expense,blame, point fingers,the confusion still lingers,this world is so much bigger than i'm,the problem, the problems,you just cant explain with a rhyme.not enough time,its not gonna be fine,im just falling more and more behind.these are the racing thoughts of my mind.i know a lot about a lot,but i dont know much of anything,but dont get me wrong,ill still fly with this broken wing.