Dear Neophyte,
If you're like me then you have this insatiable need to be a know-it-all. Knowledge is power, and we of the mind know this for a fact. We collect knowledge, horde it and use it as a shield to defend our softer selves from the constant buffering of the world. If we're smarter than everyone else, we're safe. Right?
Seekers by Sesh
Too much on my plate
Oh, HALP me, gods of fate
Take this need to be so knowing
And get my mental flame a-growing
Sit me down to my desk
And bid me write at your behest
Need to be right in every effect
My ambition's way out of check
Need to be practical with my pace
Giving myself time and grace
Piles of books heaped everywhere
Ink stains and paper cuts to spare
Smell of the books
The Look of the looks
Of Drawings and figures
And message-less saviors
Pouring forth both effort and time
For rights to say 'I have a good mind'
Be it all for nothing in moments of truth:
Knowing all this has stolen your youth.
Salutations,
Sesh
