Knowledge is Power

June 28, 2019

When did life become this way?

It seems as if my life has paused

With no reason for a cause

I see no incentive to go on

My goals as still as a pond

I see no light in the day

No flourish of creativity

Giving me my right of way

No serendipity

Oh how I wish to know less

Yet how I wished to progress

How I wish to understand less

When my life became a tangled mess

And so I live chained to this creed

Never to be freed:

With age comes knowledge

And knowledge, a pledge

To embody responsibility

To the best of your ability

Yet they say it is a part of my journey

That it is but the pretext to my revelry

If this is true, then I would set things right

Regardless of my plight

I would take my contrition

And turn it into many a notion

Bursting with creativity

All the more for productivity

I would take my buried pride

And create a life worth the ride

With this fresh, young life

And create one worth the price

So that when the time comes,

I will set myself free

With this daring creed:

With age comes knowledge,

And knowledge,

Power

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