Not to Know

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.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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