Write what you know, they say.
Write what you know. What do I know?
I don't know how to trust (you can thank my dad for that)
I don't know how to seperate dreams from reality
I don't know how to reach out when I am drowning.
The list of things I don't know can fill a universe
The list of things I do know can barely fill a napkin.
I know the difference between 'an ending' and 'the end'
I know I haven't reached the latter one yet
I know I have thoughts I cannot contain
And most of all I know that now is the time that matters.
How could I ever hope to capture such wonderings between pages and ink?
How can I hope to write of the few things I know?