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.