in time

you realize
at a certain age
how little
you know. despite
the books
you've consumed,
the classes
you've taken,
the degrees upon
your walls.
on a pin head
is gathered
your knowledge
of this world
and the next.
but strangely, it
is enough
to keep you
going, to keep you
hungry for more
and for that
you are grateful,
knowing
that later, all
of it will be
known.