Who Knows

Anything can happen; some things do. Who decides? Who is the novelist? What is the real story? Not everything can be told, there isn't time or patience, and who would listen? Isn't truth richer than fiction, less ambiguous, more complex? Can there be a simple life? What you tire of remembering you are free to make up. Facts are the trap, after all, any way of counting, a calendar, a balance, a list. Who is known? Who knows?