i do not know so many things,
and this blank dearth of ignorange
is paralyzing, conquering at times
yet do i know enough to act,
to judge what's right each moment, and
to force my feeble self to do it, too?
do i but over-dramatize to say
that i walk blindly, when a light
is hanging o'er my head, if i'd but look?
save me from this revelry in weakness
and unmask me to your strength
R.S. Farris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impasse-again/
