Before We Drown Poem by Andrew Ahile

Yes we all see,
But believe what we will,
For all that we have,
Little we may accept.

Although much we may know,
Little it may show.

Knowledge,
A stream to drink from,
But it drowns us,
To lands unknown
Where confusion grows.

One gulp, then another,
At no point we stop to wonder,
Till the light grows faint
As we drift into the yonder.

Our faces are white,
Our minds are dull,
Our hearts are cold,
Or lost after all.

Of the much that we know
And more that we own,
Tread carefully, and see
How beautiful it is to live,
If we are not as drunk as the sea.