Strange to know nothing, never to be sure br Of what is true or right or real, br But forced to qualify or so I feel, br Or Well, it does seem so: br Someone must know. br br Strange to be ignorant of the way things work: br Their skill at finding what they need, br Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed, br And willingness to change; br Yes, it is strange, br br Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh br Surrounds us with its own decisions - br And yet spend all our life on imprecisions, br That when we start to die br Have no idea why.