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Mubyana. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Happiness is an emotion.
Why do we constantly mistake it for a lifestyle?
Confusion and want- there's a lifestyle.
I made a lifetime commitment to educating myself.
Cramming in the expensive rubbish
And soakin up alluring truth,
Oh, the things I have hungrily sought...
Yet what they first promise is never what's brought.
What is knowledge, what's understanding?
I think I know now:
It's the clammy fingertip of a man who snubs a flame.
What is knowledge?
I think I know:
It's the end of carelessness-a mouth filled with bile,
It's the calculating glare behind an overturing smile.
Knowledge is the burden to those who seek innocence and ease.
Knowledge is the brain's most callous, torturous disease.
Knowledge lies in wait for careless youths,
And drains their beings till their old and used.
Knowledge is inevitable.
I pay for it; I slave for it
But reality: it would have me anyway.
Go to it or let it come for you?
Just like murderers offer a choice of two,
"Slow and painful or fast and even more painful?"
We all make the choice.
Knowledge ravages a beautiful mind like a plague,
Yet is somehow so insidious in its destruction
That by the time you discover your festered innocence and stolen peace of mind,
There's little resistance for the corruption,
You have no more power than a distant onlooker
Controlled thought is a thing of the past,
Paralysing inhibition the uninvited guest.
She won't leave,
She's here to stay.
She wrecks your house,
It's in disarray.
From then on you'll know no reprieve but for the seconds she leaves the room to go somewhere.
Knowledge! Must you treat me thus?
That I am driven to battle fate and abandon any notions I had of trust?
I see you and I'm disturbed by what I see.
You're like dreaded weights at my feet.
And I drown in a world of falsity,
Begging, pleading, imploring for the morbid jaws of sleep.
Knowledge you've made a cynic out of me.
I understand now happiness is a fleeting moment
That can't forever be.
Satisfaction is a mirage,
Control an untenable goal
And now my tired unsleeping eye frowns on bitter reality.