The wheel turns with the morning light
A new day dares to break the past
The wheel of progress, a face with hands
A face of sweat and hands of dirt
Suppose the answers lost this game
Hide-and-seek, we win for once
We still must know if there is more
Or would we know, since we are learned?
One word can’t the answer be,
That satisfies the saddest thing,
A curse to solve the universe
A gift to curse all ignorance
Knowledge is power, and we must take
Power without it has closed the eyes
But should blackened pupils shrink
Is the future bright with fire?
