Like a moth to a candle burning I’ve always been drawn to learning,

There’s more things in this world than can be known,

All the knowledge that we gain is kept safely in our brain,

Safely stored away but on loan. 

In a sudden flight of fancy it seems my mind can see,

Alexandrian scribes bent over scrolls,

Scribbling down the world’s knowledge in their Mouseion college,

It must have pleased them right down to their soles.

Two thousand years since the burning of that great warehouse of learning,

We like to think we now know all there is to know,

Computers far and wide present our collection of pride,

We marvel at the facts which they show.

Our aspirations are now so high, we kneel before A.I.

And tell ourselves we’ll no longer have to think,

While machines will do it for us we join in a great Hallelujah Chorus,

No matter it could all end in a blink.

Perhaps if men were more discerning and gave themselves to learning,

This would be paradise and peace would reign upon the earth,

We’d pursue culture and the arts and love would swell our hearts,

Creativity would be the standard currency of worth.