The power of the phrase "I don't know" is amazing to me.
"What I Know"
Like falling rain, Horizon's grey, I am not precisely okay; But, I hope one day, Like a lip sweet morning kiss, To sneak up... Wake up, And be there, eyes wide, and say "I just don't know" To all of this.
This poem was written by W. Doug Bolden on April 4, 2006 and added to the site on May 1, 2006. There are no revisions at this time.
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