The years carry on,
As my feet carry me away,
I see that I am no closer to the truth.
I've wandered far and near,
No idea what I'm supposed to do,
Maybe that is a truth.
The wise acquiesce,
Accepting the limits of knowledge,
Only knowing there is no truth.
As Yogi Berra said,
"If you don't know where you're going,
You'll end up someplace."
Ain't that some truth!
5-29-19
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