Of course;she asked me once
To read thousands time before writing one...
& The turning of each single page
Was leading me towards the world's knowledge.



I wish to write the right
But required for more & more self-fight.
Every pages were turning into bright 
But my pieces of paper paused within white.




Longing for my amazeballs goal
To awaken my holly hidden soul.
Hopefully spending years after decades 
But found in the pages of knowledge booklet.






Whenver I was on my way to heal
Found myself lost in the knowledge's hill.
Seeking for the knowledge's light
To have my strongest sight.





Hope One day I would write the right
But Could not find the actual light.
How could I ever get somewhere else
Which was already in my life's pulse.