Crest for Knowledge
2
Knowledge was one thing. Understanding was quite another.
In essence, it was the cup of wine he poured but never drank.
He knew its taste, or so he thought. He drank his fill
but craved it still. The cup never overflowed, nor spilled
But what he drank was something else: was water,
not spicy wine. He didn't get it still.
It came with time: with company, with adventures,
with dancing circuits in his brain and adrenaline constantly
rushing off for parts once unknown.