Fields and meadows, I've left behind, Neglected forests and rivers, unkind. All day with a book, I bind my fate, Rubbing my temples early and late. Ah, my studies, a relentless chase, Eyes and nerves bear the brunt of the race. Unlearned life, I refuse to lead, Aiming to be first, in every deed. They say learning is torture, a claim Uttered by the gray, who are tame. For me, it's passion, a bright flame— Soon, the unlearned will lose the game. The twentieth century stormed in, fierce, Tearing centuries like paper, to pierce. Commanded mankind to reach for the stars, Changed life on Earth, breaking old bars. Man became strong, like gods of lore, Taming beasts and elements, forevermore. But all could burst, a soap bubble dream, If the young forsake the grand scheme. Thus, I lament not the strain on my eyes, Building the future, an epic enterprise. I wish to be first, under all skies, In this quest, my spirit never dies. If the young forsake the grand scheme. Thus, I lament not the strain on my eyes, Building the future, an epic enterprise. I wish to be first, under all skies, In this quest, my spirit never dies. [end]
