Written for my father. When I ask for a topic or thing don’t answer with “I don’t know”. Seriously, this is what happens.
I Don’t Know
The sky’s main color;
The way it changes at dusk,
I don’t know.
The fire’s dancing;
The way it moves around,
I don’t know.
The ocean’s movement;
The way it ebbs in and out,
I don’t know.
The mountain’s rocks;
The way it grows so slow,
I don’t know.
The truth of it all;
The way it shows life off,
I don’t know,
And probably never will.
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