I Know You ... I Know You Not
By: CorrectionFluid
Approximately 10 billion neurons are stored in man’s mind,
But how could the sense of knowledge is defined?
Is it reflected in arts, in the substance of literature?
Or is it reiterated in one’s perspective or culture?
When a man had finished schooling after long years,
Was the sacrifice laudable, engulfed with tears?
Are they pertinent, those punctilious tasks?
To unveil the mysteries, I now ask.
Does Math prevails for those who are number superiors,
Or English for the labeled word warriors?
Should the beauty of life be just neglected,
If Science is the reason on how it all started?
Inculcated are values as one turns mature,
But there is truly one thing that is obscure:
And yet, how come a learned man comes uncouth,
Is it rude to demystify the heartrending truth?
During the times of yore, education was valued
A man’s art and man’s scope were then sculptured
Books, suddenly befitted wisdom, a strong affinity
Indeed, it lambasted ignorance’s vanity.
If truth be told, as to the matter of knowledge
Empiricists would agree that it is an edge
In other ways, someone would still argue,
He over patronizes a Skeptics’ point of view.
Approximately 10 billion neurons are stored in man’s mind,
But how could the sense of knowledge is defined?
Erudition, truly eradicates a man’s misery
So that he may attain his full totality.
