Who Knows?

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When you first

lay eyes on a person,

You never really know

who you’re meeting.

That never changes either

No matter how close you grow

Or how many secrets have been told

You never know anybody

And for some

there is comfort in that

I, myself, cannot see it,

but to each their own.

With every question I ask myself,

The answer never changes

Who knows?

Not the person

with more experience

Not the expert

Nor the elder

Nobody fucking knows

I say this to really mean that

Every opportunity, proposal, or adventure

Can turn into anything

A stranger into a lover

A friend into an enemy

A chance that

I’ll just have to take

Every. Single. Time.