I wander foreign paths, searching for truths I
Don’t recognize on familiar roads. I
Know wisdom is often discovered by listening to whispers of the voiceless.
What I want hides in soft songs crickets sing under crescent moon.
I’m listening, carefully listening,
Proud of the simple strikes, the sparks,
Of scholarship seized, glowing softly in calm, cloudy night.
But I cry for more. So much more.
I need to know. I need to
Know, to listen, to laugh, to learn just
To carry me to tomorrow. I want to
Keep listening, keep learning, keep
Trying. I need to keep learning to keep living.