Knowledge

There is always a point,
When you look back at what you've learned,
And are amazed at how little there is,
With very few rocks upturned,

But you forget who you were before the lessons,
And how much it all seemed to you then,
And how the things you don't know now seem could fit,
Inside an infinitely large bin,

Which you are or else you'd never have expanded,
To think that what you know isn't very much.
Embedded in your very being's the tools of knowledge you need,
Without the risk of using all the room up.

And it's alright,
If it seems that you are nearly full.
Just continue to take it all in,
Until you find you're indefatigable.