By forces uncertain,
And intolerable to me,
The urgency returns
To a room where patience has no need.
I have to admit to absent knowledge,
The vacancy makes me static.
The instructor tells us to make it a habit.
I seek what is full of promise,
A perpetual opportunity
To uncover rewards incomparable and undefined,
A place where entitled and full bodies
Explore their empty yet inquisitive minds.
With every passing day, the ignorance subsides
As questions and answers materialize,
Maybe the dull days are worthy
Or I’m just reading into the selected reading, a fruitless journey.