Array ( [sid] => 173940 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Search for Knowledge [time] => 2012-10-05 10:01:13 [hometext] => I want to know everything there is to know, and do everything there is to do, but sometimes... you have to fight your own brain. [bodytext] => I wrack my brains for answers yet...
I cannot seem to find...
a solid motivation here,
deep within my mind,

I sit upon a patch of grass,
and try to work so hard,
but sun tingles across my skin,
and distraction plays his card,

I walk into a busy room,
where intelligent minds roam,
I try to sit and read a book,
but my mind turns into stone,

Yet when I try to memorize,
the things I love to do,
it comes with graceful decadence,
like adding two plus two,

I try to trap my fleeing mind,
and put it in a trance,
for nothing will exceed my grasp,
no uncrossable expanse,

I will keep on learning,
until my brain gives way,
and then I'll push it even more,
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The Search for Knowledge
Date: Friday, 5th October 2012 @ 10:01:13 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: deusdeira
I wrack my brains for answers yet...
I cannot seem to find...
a solid motivation here,
deep within my mind,

I sit upon a patch of grass,
and try to work so hard,
but sun tingles across my skin,
and distraction plays his card,

I walk into a busy room,
where intelligent minds roam,
I try to sit and read a book,
but my mind turns into stone,

Yet when I try to memorize,
the things I love to do,
it comes with graceful decadence,
like adding two plus two,

I try to trap my fleeing mind,
and put it in a trance,
for nothing will exceed my grasp,
no uncrossable expanse,

I will keep on learning,
until my brain gives way,
and then I'll push it even more,
within my deep cold grave.

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