Educating the mind, a lifelong task, it is hard to finish
Even as hairs turn grey, the seeking never stops
Hungry for evermore, with a ravenous appetite for books and bytes
The tuition is costly, paid with precious drops of time
None of it can buy even a flash of intuition
That gateway is unknown to most, it isn’t hardwired
It is an inexplicable flood that comes unannounced
There isn’t any coursework that may be teach us the way
The window to the source of intuition lies at the bottom of the mind
Below piles of information, whose tuition has cost us dear
We are the only species with the sixth sense, no one can be denied
It’s potential, realized when seeking ends and receiving begins
