The more I learn,
the more I sink.
Every answer I grasp
pulls me deeper
into the quicksand
of questions I cannot escape.
The more I know,
the more I see
the cracks in what I believed,
the shadows behind every truth,
the lies I didn’t even notice
until I reached for them.
I reach for understanding,
but it slips
a mirror shattered in my hands.
Each shard reflects a version of me
lost, broken, searching,
trapped between what was
and what I will never fully become.
The more I learn,
the more I am bound.
The more I learn,
the more I am blind.
Every step forward
reveals another wall,
every certainty
reveals its fracture.
And so I move
in circles,
my mind a labyrinth,
my heart a cage,
my soul a prisoner
to the weight of knowing
and the terror of what I cannot.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
The more I learn,
the more I sink.
Every answer I grasp
pulls me deeper
into the quicksand
of questions I cannot escape.
The more I know,
the more I see
the cracks in what I believed,
the shadows behind every truth,
the lies I didn’t even notice
until I reached for them.
I reach for understanding,
but it slips
a mirror shattered in my hands.
Each shard reflects a version of me
lost, broken, searching,
trapped between what was
and what I will never fully become.
The more I learn,
the more I am bound.
The more I learn,
the more I am blind.
Every step forward
reveals another wall,
every certainty
reveals its fracture.
And so I move
in circles,
my mind a labyrinth,
my heart a cage,
my soul a prisoner
to the weight of knowing
and the terror of what I cannot.