Not Until It Starts To

What Is The Past, What Is It All For? A Mental Sandwich?

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night.

The Mind Is So Hospitable, Taking In Everything Like Boarders, And You Don't See Until It's All Over How Little There Was To Learn Once The Stench Of Knowledge Has Dissipated.

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—

Reading Is A Pleasure, But To Finish Reading, To Come To The Blank Space At The End, Is Also A Pleasure.