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I know the sun will rise at dawn,  
But not the paths my feet will drawn.  

I know the words, yet not their weight,  
Nor how they’ll twist or seal my fate.  

I know the sea, its waves so wide,  
But not the depths where secrets hide.  

I know the seed, but not the tree,  
Or what its branches yet may be.  

I know the start, but not the end,  
A fleeting thought I can’t defend.  

I know enough to humbly say—  
The more I learn, the less I know each day.
Tekan Jan 2019
How simple am I.
Ten toes and two eyes.
No different am I.
Just a regular I.

Million like I ,just float on by.
Flowing in strong currents ,no escaping the I.

We see so little ,when we rushing in lines    Creating barriers between ,all the you's
And I's.

All of us ,due to reach the finish line.
Without a warning ,without a sign.

Yet... United we still push down the I.
With corruption and in spite

A soul stored within every individuals eyes:
Pain, grief and lies ,are seen by all eyes.

Yet... United we keep dividing ,each other's lives.
Kicking dust in our eyes ,while we run to the finish line.

So I ask, simply:
Why...
Do we constantly single out the I?

Can't you see!

Humanity!
Can be built up with I's ,You's and Me's!

So please;
Can we try to see within each other's eyes
and realize the lives in all soulful eyes.

— The End —