Infinite Knowledge
Stranded on an island
with little but my clothes on my back.
If one thing I am allowed,
though it may be considered many things;
infinite knowledge would keep company.
Survival comes easy,
And imagination unlimited,
While maitaining sanity,
No friends accompany me.
A lonely existence follows,
but with great new thoughts
comes invention and happiness.
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