Honesty is uncertain. There’s too much to know,
Which makes the world honest, uncertain
Because of all the things to know. This is why
Dishonesty, appearing to know, and winning
Over shy uncertainty with its bold act,
Runs things, trampling on honesty and tact.
But if there were not so many things to know,
If there were not so much uncertainty and honesty,
The world would not be fraught
With so much swift dishonesty. Because I was fooled
By your certainty, I was ruled
By your certainty; and you, by my certainty;
Uncertain pilots—but somehow we flew.
We loved completely and dishonestly,
You betraying me, and me betraying you.
This was how we loved. And this was all we knew.