Sometimes…

Sometimes, I wish not to recall
Some of the many things I know
Yet knowledge I once sought to know
Now through my saddened head does flow.
And where we sometimes hear, or read
A little learning is bad to know
It never stops this curious mind
Along those dangerous paths to go.
So now I sit here heart in hands
I question all I think I know
But I can’t find the answers
And there’s nowhere else to go.

©Joe Wilson – Sometimes…2016

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