This hunger for knowledge,
is not letting go,
i know too many things,
that i ought not to know.
information sticks like my brain is flypaper,
and i always remember the stuff a long time later.
it's like a bottomless pit that will never fill up,
till all the things that everyone knows has been soaked up
so i read till i drop,
i try but i can't stop
my brain is already full,
but there's always more room on the top.
and slowly everything starts to dissatisfy me,
because i know so much,
and the world is not enough.
i keep evolving,
and they seem to stand so till.
i have broadened my perceptions,
and now they seem smaller still
and it reaches the point,
i become an intellectual giant,
stomping on others philosophies,
as if it were an ant.
but i know that pride always goes for a fall,
and the real truth is,
when you know everything,
you know nothing at all.
is not letting go,
i know too many things,
that i ought not to know.
information sticks like my brain is flypaper,
and i always remember the stuff a long time later.
it's like a bottomless pit that will never fill up,
till all the things that everyone knows has been soaked up
so i read till i drop,
i try but i can't stop
my brain is already full,
but there's always more room on the top.
and slowly everything starts to dissatisfy me,
because i know so much,
and the world is not enough.
i keep evolving,
and they seem to stand so till.
i have broadened my perceptions,
and now they seem smaller still
and it reaches the point,
i become an intellectual giant,
stomping on others philosophies,
as if it were an ant.
but i know that pride always goes for a fall,
and the real truth is,
when you know everything,
you know nothing at all.
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