I only know I do not know
Touched by whispered murmurs
Like butterflies in the sunshine
Trailing melodies on frayed cords
Oh, that those cords were golden
Yet on I go on careless steps
With heart thumping reasons
Trudging onward in muddy slush
Ignorance beneath my feet.
Hope, my only companion,
A scatterings of my mind behind me
Yet on I trod with restless whims
The more I know, I do not know.
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