"What happens next?" I say and you wonder.

"I don't know what happens next," you say,

and I wonder why you think I'm supposed to know.

"You know everything," you say and I wonder

where you got that idea.

"I don't know everything," I say,

and you wonder where you got that impression.

"I know almost everything," I say and

you wonder if you'll ever know almost everything, like me.

"I'm going to know everything someday," you say and I wonder if

you're really as sure of yourself as you sound.

"Okay Mr. Smarty-pants,

what do you think happens next?" I say, and you wonder.