I Don't Know

I keep asking myself this question... Would you rather not know and be happy, or would you rather know and face the music? I choose the latter. I can face music, that's not too hard. I'm not sure I kind face any kind of music though, especially the kind I'm wondering about. I don't know. And is there such a thing as having a home and feeling homeless, wandering about in pitch darkness without ever coming near to seeing the flickering light which promises belonging? I don't know about that either. There is so much I don't know. We'll see what the night brings with it. Because I don't know what it will bring.