Introspection

Self examination

Knowledge puffs up
just glimpses of it
then gets locked up
like electric train
fast in subway
I wonder sain'
Why doesn't it steady stream
like river in its run away?

Day in day out
I search for it
at times I loose focus, also doubt
I wait for my day
moments when my
creative juices will pay
I ponder thinking
whether, all I do will be worth the try

Two things
purpose and talent
somehow they have a link
or are intertwined
they boggle my mind
Till left like one high on some wine
But I hope its Just for a moment
will soon find my rightful role; my kind