Visiting the library,
I meet new people everyday,
I see them flip through the pages,
Reading across the lines on a daily.
Questions unanswered makes them craving,
For bitter sweet motives yet unfold,
For what is it the future holds.
I walked up to the old Librarian,
With all my guts, I asked
How many of these readers has found,
A lasting answer to their questions and doubt.
He turned to me and replied,
An opened door, leads to another lock.
What we know, tells us about what we don't.
The knowledge of good, tells us who is wrong.
It's all but a twist we can't upturn.
