It is oft said knowledge is power.
Then why was I so weak?
To speak to me you would not guess
The mess I am in.
“To hell with you all”
I shout, but I am spent,
A force no longer
But I grow stronger
At least in head.
My mind was heaven sent,
It cannot be wasted.
I tasted the fruits of life,
They were bitter
To my tongue.
Perhaps I do not belong
To this world or another.
