Knowers

It is not good to know but to observe

For those who do know, know not how to grow

So those who know-not aren’t the ones absurd

Irresponsible is the word for those —

Knowers. Claiming by each hair they’re aware

Why they’re there, and you’re here and there’s fear of

Not knowing. But why do we have to care?

If ignorance is bliss and there’s weird love

And warm hugs and hot tea; just let me be.

Cause really, where are we? Who made these thoughts?

I don’t know but I’ll take them ‘cause they’re free

They’re only mine ‘cause they’re the ones I caught

 

So question things vehemently - and doubt

Then observe, maybe you’ll figure it out.

 

 

SonnetKeaton Goodman