Who Knows

What lurks in the mind?  What lurks behind my bed?  What lurks below my sock drawer?  Who knows.  Who knows anything really?  We all talk about things, think about them, have new ideas which are not really new.  We start in one place, end up in another, go upstairs, go out the window, and pee on the floor.  What is happening here?  Am I just waiting for something to happen to me?  Or am I waiting to have something happen to me to make me think that I am master of my fate?  Who knows and that's all folks.