I know what I know. What do I know? I'll say what I'll say. We come and we go. Certainly not everything. I do not know why we dream, exactly how or why we fall in love. Chemicals, I guess. I don't know why that is funny. Don't know French, but I'll take the blue one. I don't know how I didn't see how beautiful I was there and then, or how I'd have coped if I'd been then. I don't know what this is, but I like it. I don't know the latest moves but I do know you should dance. I know kindness makes me cry and that sometimes you just need your mum. I know when to say I look grey. I know blue is my favorite colour and every pot has a lid. I know some things will just suit me. I know little things matter a lot. I am happier with what I've got. The older I get, the less I know and the more I try to live knowingly.