The Weight of Knowing

A mind that stretches far and wide,
Holds oceans where small streams reside.
Each fact a stone, each truth a flame,
Yet every burden wears the same.

To see the threads that others miss,
Is gift and curse wrapped up in bliss.
For every answer keenly found,
A thousand questions still resound.

The stars may whisper how they burn,
The past may speak with each return,
But knowing much can cloud the air,
With endless "why" and "what" and "where."

Too sharp a sight may pierce the veil,
And turn delight to grim detail;
A banquet's taste reduced to dust,
When knowledge undermines the trust.

So guard the bounds of what you seek,
For wisdom's strength is also weak;
The greatest minds must learn to rest,
And let some mysteries stay unguessed.