I think I know
I think he does too.
Or maybe she?
Oh, I don't know.
Am I in the know?
What did that ever mean?
The infinite makes us 'not know.'
And we create,
and go further away from really knowing anything.
Oh, it's rather difficult when you
just
don't
know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem