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.