Poetic Philosophy

Learning.

New things.

Old things.

Things we have forgotten.

Things that we never could know that they would be.

Filling our minds with more things.

Day by day reaching…

What?

Reaching what?

Why did we ever start this journey?

Without knowing where we go.

Ignoring the only thing we did.

If knowledge is the journey.

Does that make ignorance our home sweet home?