Ignorance

Strange to know nothing, never to be

Of what is true or right or real,

But forced to qualify or so I feel,

Or Well, it does seem so:

Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:

Their skill at finding what they need,

Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,

And willingness to change;

Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our

Surrounds us with its own decisions -And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,

That when we start to

Have no idea why.