it takes us years
to find out how our body works
what it can feel, smell, touch, see, hear
how we can move its limbs
what hurts it, what makes it feel good
more years are spent
discovering the fathoms of our soul
from murky depths to lofty heights
the scales of feelings, pain, excitement
love, joy, jealousy, despair,
all our nuanced sensitivities
then we explore
the layers of our mind’s infinite potential
its constant work of making sense
from the reports of all our senses
so we believe we understand our worlds,
imagine new ones, phantasize about the old
when after all these years
we harbor some illusion
our long experience might be enough
to straighten all confusion
chances are good we recognize
that all we are is knowledge-misers
we have grown old, but not much wiser