Morning breaks a quiet night,

A song through sullen air;

An understated, magic light

Yet, we do not care.

We're told of why it happens,

The orbit of our sphere,

Still, instead of mapping,

Most lend not their ear.

But I protest this feeling:

Satisfaction in "I don't know,"

My ignorance keeps me asking,

And how far my questions do go.

There is one thing that I do need,

To give meaning to my life;

What I need is not to know,

So that my knowledge intensifies.