Many books are written-
And read at the same time,
The time frame shifts on a continuum-
Regarded as the ever-changing entity,
With shiftless cheeks, the knowledge-
Leaks,
Creating the need for evermore temperament,
Under the guidance of the past-
References arrange themselves,
Classifying themselves under-
A group,
As if they were all of different planet,
Retracing through the lives-
Many disown the notion of reason,
Feeling the drowning tone of choices-
Gasping,
As if continuity seizes to exist,
Within these many experiences,
Inferences are made available,
Charity lives the level-
Of the curiosity left unfed,
Yet the device which promotes-
Progression,
Reconciles itself over time.
