Knowing Is Not Everything, a poem

It is not the knowing, it is the doing

Although, knowing grants us responsibly

Is will never give us anything more, nor can it

Give to you an ability to overcome fear and futility

But it is beautiful, the knowing, or is it?

Are we happier, are we more insightful

Or are those with more knowledge consumed

Made to think like “the man”, sold or dull

Can we acquire the knowledge and do nothing?

Many do, don’t they?  Listen to what they say;

Look at what they do, see between, through the propaganda

of things sold to us, bought by us because perhaps … we don’t know.

What about the doers, those who overcome the not knowing enough

Press themselves against the odds with forward thought

Do they know enough to do nothing, are they growing?

Watch out, you may just miss the point; and thus, all is for not.