The Knowing

I grabbed my phone and stepped outside

Go grab a coffee in a café where I can hide

There’s the man with the wildest eyes

And he can hear the Knowing

He always hears the Knowing

I stepped aside for the tortured man

All this knowing but without our master plan

I could ask him about his day

But he will tell me of the Knowing

He always talks of the knowing

The knowing feels bitter

The knowing is here

It feasts on the marrow

Of bones you hold dear

It’s a stranger to pleading

And it knows all your shame

It knows of your black dog

And it calls out his name

The knowing will find you

When the world is upturned

It grows deep inside you

When the ground’s feeling firm

And the man that you step round

Has conquered his whim

He welcomes the knowing

With a virtuous grin

I think he is trying

To teach me to know her

But the world is so fast

And I don’t want it slower

Is this man a savant

Is he not round the bend?

Is he trying to say

Make the knowing my friend?