In the crease of a book
Or the click of a mouse,
There lies a tantalizing beast;
A siren lurks behind each word,
Fangs bared and claws sheathed
To pounce upon minds freshly stirred
And hang among the words we breathe.
Knowledge grasps for your reaction,
It grins its wry smile and coos and taunts,
But never can it give you satisfaction,
For the more you take, the more it flaunts.
Never to be harnessed by the human mind,
Knowledge flows without an end;
But beneath the teasing you will find
There lies a true and honest friend.