The Power of Knowledge
Being stuck on an island, devoid of possessions
A state which may lead to spiraling depressions
Though I were granted a chance to prepare
To minimize the effect of my deserted despair
I would cultivate the intellect one gains at a college
The one thing I would bring is the power of knowledge
Knowledge is power, and therefore sufficient
For starting a fire, for winning the fish hunt
For building a shelter to protect from the elements
For forging thoughts, steaming with excellence
For writing a book containing my memoirs
Written in the sand, using the arms of sea stars
Without knowledge, how could one survive
No resources to progress, to stay alive
Being left to chance, a hope for epiphanies
Like in films, actions accented by symphonies
That when all hope is lost, a plan is uncovered
Serendipity prevails, your S.O.S discovered
Yet this is a fantasy, desert islands do not care
If ideas do not come, and life is unfair
Food can go bad, huts blow away
No matter what happens, my knowledge will stay
Knowledge is comfort, makes uncertainty brief
Knowledge, on the island, delivers relief