I Know I Don't Know

I Know I Don't Know
Ender to an eve
Reaches down a hand
Can't remember when
We last lost ourselves
Take off
Gonna get ours
Anything goes
As long as joy's the plan

Every now and then
More than that admit
Take it off
Writ in the sky
Anyways
I would give you
All I have
And it's one more tip with a feathered cap
One more trip to the habitat
One more whip of a cheeky slap
One more dip in the natural sap
That's that
It's a wheel