My mind types anew every day, Shaken by yesterday, Braces for the dawn, My thoughts,a canvas blank and full, With curiosity of the known and unknown, Learning,by the breathe of time. Cursed by the untamed discoveries of knowledge. Birth of meaning grows within,but to only what l can comprehend . Limited by forgetfulness, Doomed to repeat my folly. But l still learn all the same, For without thirst,a fools gold lie.