Curse of the Thirst

as time winds down my physical life
I have become more aware of the curse
the curse bestowed the thirst of knowledge
and each day getting worse

the significance of my insignificance
the more knowledge I obtain
the less I understand of this universe
the more pain upon my brain

the depth and scope so glorius
the size gigantic to microscopic
distances so off the charts
the beauty observed still another topic

the fruit of the knowledge tree
its taste beyond forbidden
a natural drug it draws you in
seeking secrets that are hidden

for all I know I still no nothing
I feel strained but still want more
how can one logically understand
all the magic beyond the door

and though the pain gathers strength
I rub my hands with spit
I must search forever more
I simply cannot quit

continue on with humble heart
accept the gifts bestowed
I was given the gift of wondering
and my efforts most truly owed

Gomer Lepoet...