I don’t know anything.
I don’t know why my response to most questions are, “I don’t know.”
I don’t know how not to sleep through 6 a.m. alarms.
I don’t know how to make the perfect cup of coffee.
I don’t know how to concentrate in class.
I don’t know how I’m ever going to pass.
I don’t know how to parallel park.
I don’t know how not to feel terrified in the pitch dark.
I don’t know why I don’t like watching the news.
I don’t know why people feel like they can’t choose.
I don’t know how someone can choose to walk out the front door.
I don’t know why I can’t remember dreams from the night before.
I don’t know why old friends drift apart.
I don’t know how easy it is to break a heart.
I don’t know what to think about when looking at the stars.
I don’t know whether the center of the universe is near or far.
I don’t know how the world can be full of so many cheats.
I don’t know how to walk by homeless men and women in the streets.
I don’t know the truth about anything really.
I don’t know anything.
Although I would like to learn.