I do not know,
If the universe is eternal.
I do not know,
If this life
Has any sense;
Or if Earth's
other than dust.
I do not know any of that,
But see, my friend;
I am tired of trying to be right.
And perhaps Consciousness only is
A consequence of Flesh,
And perhaps Chance is the only thing that rules;
And I say,
As I am here now, stranger to my essence;
The whole goal is not to know,
'Cause Life's mystery will blind
Those desperate to understand.
And I've been blind for a while now,
And I've decided to let Life shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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