Mysteries -

Textbooks on my table
A thick mystery,
of words that go on forever.

Contents of knowledge,
accumulated over centuries of studies,
but Empty to me

If able to unmask the mystery,
the words would be shorter,
I could soak them all in.

I would be wise beyond all thought.
I'd solve all the world's problems.
And write mysteries of my own,
for the new generation to suffer through.

I'd be remembered, I'd be known.
I'd be clever and smart.
And all would know I wrote the great mystery.

But the words remain mysterious.
And the thick mystery still long.
So here I am still studying.
Trying to unmask the mystery
that would one day make me known.