I am aware of the perils of knowledge
It grows within me like cancer
Fighting its way into my brain
It threatens the survival of an illusion
I so blatantly crave
It says “best predictor of the future is the past”
It cites peer reviewed journal articles
Pure, undiluted torture
My frustration creeps in from the side
It consumes what the knowledge has left behind
Burning the last remnants of hope...