“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Half the battle
I know
we know more
than we know we know
I know
knowledge is power
when acknowledging our weaknesses
I know
to not know
is knowing more than nothing
Nobody knows
the potential possible
when getting to know someone
Nobody knows
all there is
to know about anything
Ever
Nobody knows
what you know
I know
you
never
know
I don't know
anybody
like
I know
you.
Image of painting by By John Henry Henshall, Thoughts, 1883[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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