On cold bleak nights the loneliness expands,
Forever threatening to engulf beyond return,
With infantile mind we venture unknowingly,
Hoping somewhere through neglect to learn,
We work on statistics, problems perplex,
Inventions outdated by inferior design,
Cornering, covering our burnt remains,
Fate in the shadows playing on our mind,
Those who seek, if at first only crawl,
Dissimilar in thinking with knowledge at hand,
Inferiority an ever present furnace,Closed to many, openness is grand....
