Flow of Knowledge
The flow of knowledge,
Like that to a river
Streams through my mind,
As quickly as an arrow drawn from its quiver.
I lie upon the green sweet grasses,
Watching as time slowly passes.
My thoughts engage in constant battle,
Tossing my head like a toddler rattle.
Experiences learned and obtained anew,
Allow me to focus at the wonderful view.
The hot star up in the orange sky,
Begins to set, while I lie.
I think for a moment, and wonder why?
The things I’ve learned have flown right by.
Yellow diamonds in the night,
Light the darkness to obtain some sight.
They shine my way to a better tomorrow,
One filled with knowledge, not with sorrow.
I see my future, a successful one;
To know I’m finished, yet have just begun.
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