and now you can be sure

are you sure?,

or are you sure enough?

as we drive life,

we only see crossroads,
here and there and all,
where have all the roads gone?

what do we do at the crossroads?

we pedal the accelerator,
floor the brakes,
and merrily wish to smooth ahead.

and why this bipolar?

Oh ! because a game is on.

a game of "i know",

and it stretches to "i know it all",

where prize is survival, sometimes thrival,

where the shame is "how come you don't know?"

a game where before you could reflect on your move,

the opponent packs a punch.
actually several opponents.

actually several punch.

and you are drawn into your punch,

and you keep punching,

and sometimes it hits, only yourself,

or hurts the other, below the belt,

but most times its mayweather and pacquiao.

and we self-declare winners,

and how much we love to win?

of all that we know, how do we really know?

things change their wear and look every minute,

do we have the purity to see the naked truth,
its there right in front of us.

so what do we really carry with us?

proximity to approximate all the time,
its always approximate,
all the things and all the know, all the time,

never sure or fully sure,
and if ever, then its a sure dream.

so how do we drive on this journey called life?

epistemic humility, a great driver,

that whatever we know, is limited by a very high margin.

that others know as well,

that deep listening has deep purpose,

that reason is private, going public.

when you rise from who am I,

you can see self in other's eye, and now you can be sure,

and now you can be honest, and now you can be sure,

and now you can be fragile, and now you can be sure,

and now you can see teacher in everyone, and now you can be sure,

and now you can only seek and avoid the hide, and now you can be sure,

and now you see the roads again, and the crossroads become a muse, and now you can be sure.

and now you know the stupid use of boxing and driving, and yet be sure.