Knowledge

Knowledge Is it a thing taken for granted That it has become Underrated, Trimmed of its glowing wings So much that We make as if it matters not; Nor needed for our survival Nor for self understanding Rather, We tend to take it As an object of ridicule Meant to be amassed By those deemed as foolish Or nerdy in personality Where there be so much space And scope Available for fun to be experienced! Knowledge, though, Should it not be revered As the crown which adorns our head? For has it not been given to us By those powers ruling ever so subtly Upon us Merely in a moment of love, For they solely wished to see us Bloom into what can be deemed As human versions of themselves; Beings totally aware of The essence of higher consciousness And able to live according to The pulls of their tamed senses At the same time!