Emperor's New Clothes

With indecisive certainty
I put pen to page,
A measure of vulnerabilty in each stroke.
I know nothing
But you don't see it.
You will read here what you will.
What would happen
If I did not and the paper
Were blank? I fancy
From what I know of you
You would smile as you are smiling now and say
as you are saying now,
"I like that;
it's good."