The more I learn, the less I understand.

The more I learn, the less I understand,

the world is vast, yet slipping through my grasp.

Like grains of time that vanish in my hand.

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They speak of fate as though it had been planned,

but life is just a breath—a fleeting gasp.

The more I learn, the less I understand.

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I trace the stars but never see the land,

adrift in thought, caught in the endless clasp

of grains of time that vanish in my hand.

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If grace is real, then let it take a stand,

undo the weight, unbind me from its clasp.

The more I learn, the less I understand,

like grains of time that vanish in my hand.