Bordom.

What am I doing? I don't know anymore.

It feels like my knowledge, has dropped to the floor.

Down the rabbit hole, into the dark.

It's disguise is perfection, just like Kent Clark.

How will I find it, where will I look?

Perhaps in a paper, computer, or book.

But when I find it, what will I do?

Keep it to myself? Or share it with you?

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What happens when I split my knowledge in two?

Does it benefit me? Or will it benefit you?

These questions sit in my brain, day after day.

Yet no one has the answer, the solution, the way.

So before I go and search for my treasure,

Answer this question, with a sliver of pleasure.

Do I take and keep that treasure of mine?

Or should I share the treasure that I will find?

Too many questions, such little time.

These question leave me in such an incredible bind.

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So I'll be off on my own, small, little quest;

To search for my knowledge without any rest.

I will travel deep down the hole of dark,

Though it's disguise is perfection, like Kent Clark.

I will search without question, and not know where to look.

Perhaps I will search in a paper, computer, or book.

But when I find it what will I do?

Keep it to myself? Or share it with you?

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