Didn't Know
(What didn't I know, you ask?
I didn't know what was to come,
Intensely stumbling, fumbling, rumbling,
I stepped out into the unlit path,
Hearing nothing, trusting everything
The rush of ambition, the thrill of hope
And the absolution that never
Ever
would I be stopping.
So what I didn't know, you asked,
Was that the unknown brings the best)
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