Perspective

Have you ever sat in woe,
Wond'ring how far one could grow?
After all thoughts had been thought,
And all stories had been wrought,
Where would you turn to go?
What more could you have to show?

You'd know every twist and trait,
Have nothing left to contemplate;
With knowledge so profound,
You'd turn yourself around--
There's always more for one to create.
But you won't ever see it looking straight.