Knowlege

Unnumbered days of painful knowing,
Knowlege is a river flowing,
Never stopping, never ceasing,
Never caring, ever pleasing,
Knowlege, so do wise men seek,
Each one striving for a peek,
Never do they really know,
If it's real or all for show,
Knowlege the weapon, knowlege the flare,
Flare of hope, in midst of despair,
False hope however, for every day,
More knowlege is born, more fades away.

Nicholas Bronson

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