Learning Road
What is it to know?
A surety, a conviction—
Knowledge so certain
That it radiates distrust.
Who are we to know?
So full of failure,
Puffed up and proud
Until we hit the ground.
Why are we to know?
To be numbered right,
Safety in a crowd,
Hidden in plain sight.
How are we to know?
A humbled naivety,
A distant path alone
Where silence speaks.
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