I can never know just what will happen
With my hour, my day, my year, my life
All uncertain, unknown. My mind lost in
Thought, about if I’ll hold a surgical knife
By a patient unsure what will follow
Like I am now, wond’ring about my fate.
If only it were so simple to swallow
Not knowing, simply having to wait
Yet, if I were to know, then I would lose
Meaning. I’d have more knowledge than needed
With the future known, leaving me to cruise
Through each boring day, at the end cheated.
And so I let my desire to know
Fall away; And thus leave myself to grow.