I know one thing

And it’s that I know nothing

This existence is full of mysteries

Hiding, not waiting to be uncovered

We think we know how the world works;

How this universe works

But we are merely pawns in a game

That we simply don’t know the rules to

Or pieces to an infinite puzzle

That no one will ever solve

We think we know how to survive this life

But death quickly picks us off one by one

We want to believe we’ve figured this out

So that we can be happy in ourselves

But we will never know the workings of humans

Or the making of them, or the end of them

Because we were meant to know one thing

And that is nothing, nothing at all

The way of this existence will remain a mystery

The way of paradoxes is the way of the truth