Owl in a Skull

Cranial cage

imprisoning a sage,

trying to replace grey matter

and old age.

Wisdom stored,

long decomposed.

Energy transformed,

neither created nor destroyed,

as stated by the Law of Conservation

of an Abstract Concept

Valued Less than a Proper Education.

Mr. Owl,

can you solve this mystery?

Was my lifelong pursuit

really lifelong deceit?

Where is the happiness

success promised me?

Everything has decayed,

but my wisdom remains in disarray.

Tell me,

did I waste my life?

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