On really (not) knowing

It’s so easy to know a tiny bit

And think I know a lot

It’s simple to find out one fact about a person

And decide I hate them

There’s so much information blaring into my eyes

I can forget I don’t know everything

Because I see so much

But of all I see

It’s just the top 1 percent of any one thing

Of an infinite amount of things

It’s total is huge

But it’s still just 1 percent of you