Calf in Pasture

Every time my knees shake when I stand I think
“Let me stay in this uncertainty”
I would like to not stop asking
I would like to stop pretending I know anything
So if you see me acting strong at the show
Remind me about the calf shaking in the pasture, in the bright spring
There under the roofs, I will have nothing
But the wind that’s blowing through my ears
Only for a minute we could give up
And know nothing in the morning light
Because knowing nothing again is the only way
I can’t forget the weight I’ve been tricked under
And see it doesn’t exist, because nothing exists
For a glass of water in the lake