Certainty retreats,
And questions dare to flow,  
The humble, quiet voice,
Whispering, "I don't know."

Bustling minds claim
To hold truth secure,
In gentle, honest heart
Where wisdom starts to stir.

Knowledge blinds our sight,
If a rigid frame we boast,
Yet in the murmur of our doubts,
True wisdom finds its host.

“I don’t know” is a stepping stone,
On paths less travelled.
A beacon guiding tender souls
Toward the open sky.

Saying “I don’t know,” finds
A space to learn and grow,
An endless sea of mystery,
Where life’s true currents flow.

Cherish all your questions,
Embrace the vast unknown,
In the quest of seeking truth,
Our greatest wisdom’s shown.