YOU read line after line of riddle and rhyme,
My words will connect, just give it time.
Understand, and you’ll
Trust the words, not me.
“By failing to prepare,
You are preparing to fail.”
For a man with a hammer,
Everything looks like a nail.
OPEN your thoughts, open your mind,
You won’t find it if you stay blind.
Order will be lost to you I bet,
Unless you find the first word of each set.
Rue the day that its meaning passes away.
“The unexamined life is not worth living,”
Knowledge: the gift that keeps on giving.
MIND is a silly word for the most vital tool,
After all these lines yours becomes a fool.
Go ahead, take a guess, you won’t be right,
All the meaning will surely remain out of sight.
In the dark those few who miss it shall remain,
Never to grasp the truth or in luck gain.
“A lion does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep,”
Following your passions takes quite a faithful leap.
AND if you grow tired of my riddles and rhymes,
Always remember a poem is read many times.
“Get wisdom, and with all thy getting, get knowledge”,
As if that would come true in four years at college.
If I were to say that Good Will Hunting was right,
No one would listen, and remain far from the light.
“There is nothing to writing, all you do
Is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
But aren’t we taught that only a thesis is thought,
And our elders advice we must heed?
Schools, teachers, and books these words mock.
For no matter how much you sit and talk,
The title is the key that opens the lock.