A rant on knowing, unknowing

Sometimes in the middle
of a sentence,
I seem to change a stand.

Not so, not so. Only because
I feel free to
think in front of you, I do and

My words follow the same
stream of sudden
flashes of inspiration and words

That finally help me define.

I don’t know all the answers
and am aware of
only the sense of discomfort

Cause by certain questions
and poking thoughts.
I am brave enough to tell you

That yes, I don’t know all.

Sometimes I am still compiling
questions. Other times
I am struggling with the import

Of the same.

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