What You Already Had Poem by Jason Caporaletti

A house of cards on its paper legs,
you add more and more to make it stand stronger.
Each card you add will only make the collapsing that much worse.
Destined to fall, the foundation was already bad.

Sand, slipping through your fingers,
hold on tighter and you only lose more.
With each grain that falls comes another urge to throw the rest away.
Maybe you'll crack, maybe you were already broken.

Knowledge, your everlasting search.
Each new idea leads you to multitudes more.
Until the realization that you're back to where you started.
All you need to know, you already had before.