You Know.
You say you don’t.
But I know
You Know.
It is high time,
Darling
To be The Wise.
After so many tries
You say the same thing –
And it is getting old.
Because we both know
That you Know.
Deep down in that
Beautiful Soul
Is the Knowing
Behind the I-don’t-know;
A Fine Mind gets twisted
And lost sometimes…
Inflated by it’s own, sexy
Fine
Like it’s got it all down pat
But we, well…
We Know better than That.
The seeds down in the seat of the soul
Burn as eternal embers,
As forever-regrowth;
An entire forest ready to grow!
If only you would stop saying
I don’t know.
Dive further, yes even further
To touch that living, breathing coal
The one that says,
“I do Know.”
It will never leave you
Or deceive you.
That intangible thing that Dickenson
Said,
“Perches and sings”
Is infallible and Divine.
It is time you claimed it and said
“I make It mine.”
You
Know.
ariaphoenix 