The Know-It-All

My life

Is a printed page

As life goes on

Filling it

With endeavors

.

When the page is filled

It means

I must

Know it all

.

Going around

Thinking

There is nothing left to learn

Blurring everything out

.

Then one day

A crisp white blur

Falls

Bending down

And picking it up

.

Gazing at

The lines of text

So different

From my own

So vivid

So new

.

Unblurring my vision

I gaze around

At those

Thought to be

Beneath me

Each holds

His own sheet

Of paper

.

To many for me

To read

And collect

Into a book of everything

I must now succumb to the fact

I can never know it all

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