19 November 2012
Old gold runs in your inquisitive heart, The tales you tell of glories new and past, Of days and nights spent oft seeking your part, A quest for meaning goes on to the last.
A mind that seeks to wander far abroad, From paths that mere men have seen afore, Knowledge is the treasure you have now stored, An old gold that ere leaves you wanting more.
Alas, but men have maddened in this game, Of seeking that which ought not to be known, Knowledge and knowing are not but the same, Scars etched upon your wrists have surely shown.
A ruin of a mind, your soul is sold, As knowledge can become a man's fools gold.
Old Fools Gold • Opuss № I