{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 22}
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland
Cannot prepare a student to go on
Or even just to start to understand
The things in which they wish to play a hand.
With frantic grip they must for life cling on:
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland—
It threatens, makes one wish to quick aban-
-don hope and with their tired wits abscond
Or even just to start to understand.
If we say knowledge, wisdom, are both land
On which we must survive, then is it wrong,
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland?
Or is it for each woman and each man
Required to within this life move on,
Or even just to start to understand
The shifts, changing, always moving sands
That form this life's eternal, abstract song?
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland,
Is nigh-impossible to understand.