I Don't Know

   
All the things I think I know  
I just don’t know  
whether all these things are even real  
What do I know? Only how I feel  
I know not of life for less I’ve learnt    
only finger tips each time are burnt  
not of information’s own dominion    
for it knows only second hand opinion  
Time will lead us where it wants  
The past will be our confidante  
cementing fragile lies to fact  
in image, not beneath the cracks  
   
Truth will speak under conciseness  
where obligation and morality equate to nothingness    
Truth alone, in all its glory, or true horror  
from splendour to sorrow  
The truth yet still not I know  
or of where this path will go  
The only certainty is in my mind  
when ears are deaf and eyes are blind    
Knowledge talks and builds and lies  
but knowledge be not always wise  
sometimes the more you look the less you find  
   
   
Only when you accept the possibility that everything you think you know, everything you have ever been tought is wrong, can you truly begin to learn