Babeling

My head brimming with facts and data
I may recite on cue,
It profits me not to See a shade or hue.

Though storage and speed be as a computer,
none so far make me a worthy suitor.

A polyglot I, though I speak a single tongue,
a piece of the treasure so joyfully won.

Truly a babe attempting to babble,
it is my soul that I unravel,
now given the road I'm meant to travel.