Glancing Through The Words

Oh ye book of mine,

What have you done?

Build me a future, you promised,

Have you killed me instead?

Brimming with questions worldly,

Eager to dip in the pond of knowledge,

Have you overwhelmed my rigor?

Or have I become obtuse to not see my failure,

In taming a mountain I once called attainable;

For my thoughts have far too long battled this instance,

like a recording replayed,

perfecting each stroke;

Maybe my random musings knew no better,

And took for granted the discipline of patience.

What do we know,

What have we learnt?

Greater than any one discipline,

Is discipline of discipline,

A rigor embracing shortcomings and failure,

To grow from every opportunity,

And to create new ones;

All this, whilst meddling the in-between

The harmony of nature,

Which we go on to divide as physics or chemistry,

It's all a part of a larger plot,

A treasure hunt, looking to understand the world around us,

As we make some sense about us.

I forgive you my book for having left you early,

When I should have warmed you with oil.