The sort of person that can’t wait to learn something new,
to expand my mind into uncharted territory, that’s me!
Spending all day thinking about thinking,
and toying with the ready-to-pop potential that each author boasts,
I can’t help but buy the book.
All the hours of the day
I spend thinking about all the new things that
I could be learning.
And so I sit. And so they sit, those books, as heaps of useless words,
like a junkyard of 8-tracks and CD’s in a world of iPhones.
It’s a wretched, frightful thing to own a vast library
most of them never opened.
The thirst for knowledge,
That chalice of existential meaning,
Is more like the Holy Grail than any of us would prefer.
The path is rugged and daunting.
The commitment, great.
The detail, mundane.
The time, tiresome.
The chance, the lesson, the reward?
Pick up the next book you see.
Every once in a short while, my ideas just won’t come out in full sentences and proper grammar. When that happens, I tend to write a poem instead.