i know that i don’t know

No one really knows what they're doing

Let now be forgiving

A want
A will
A way
A want a will away
No one
No one really knows what they're doing

A question
Stretching the evening of our days
Pacing the corridors of our mind
We chuckle at close encounters
To be encountered rooms in the mind
A life unfolding
No one really knows
No one really knows what they're doing

The letters we searched for within are stumbling
The sound of stumbling, falling or fumbling
Missed notes
Confused cues
A place where we are swaying and swinging
No, no one really knows
No one really knows what they're doing

The joke of us
The joke of us jiving from the author's pen
The sweat of ink

If anybody tells you they know
It means they don't