Pursuit of knowledge.

The barricade of pursuit
To what reason does it hold
for me to be wallowed in fear
The mere wanting
Is steady and easy,
but the failure of doing
brings me grave anguish

For the state of knowing
Became the most blessed of all
Nothing else mattered
The words were in my reach

The triangular folds expose themselves
Harmonizing with ecstasy
Lengthening, soon to be grandeur

If the words were too much
Knifing my limited train of thoughts
Slumber-land will I enter
With the paper breaking my fall
Rocking me
Rocking
While in sleep, I am famished
Wake me please
Do not let me starve for too long
I want more of you
Please, give me more of you

Today after my cold evening shower, as I had not bothered going to the shower place that has electric heater, I dried my hair using a hair dryer. The outside world faded in the aftermath of a drizzle. I used the hair dryer to warm my cold feet. It was a nice feeling.