Needing To Know Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Every day I seem to grow more; not actually physically, but mentally and intelligently.
So many of the things I used to leave undefined are beginning to need reasons and definitions.
They need to be focused on specific problems.
Education and educated people do not supply me with the answers I need.
I'm in a vast wilderness with help in every direction, but none of it for me.
Somehow it seems that there are no answers, they're bottled up in computers to be used only as scientific solutions.
Out of the grasp of worldly things, maybe I can help myself obtain my greatest limit without being shackled to human drudgery and society's rules on learning.
Without going through many processes of human thought on what is right or wrong, I will decide what to do or where to go.
Somehow, I'll achieve, on my own, what others think is impossible.
My mind is going to be open, always absorbing the littlest facts and developing into a mind of ingenuity and purposeness.
For the knowledge of knowing when you've had it in every aspect is to begin once again on another route in an unfamiliar place.
I'll live long enough to fill my life with learning and on the day I've learned it all, I'll die without any knowledge of where I've been or where I'm going.