I’m learning each day, eyes wide open,

about the inevitable impossibility of observing it all,

as each day, attention’s on something new:

Seeing faces, gazes, gestures, and clues,

shameless opulence, then ragged glove’s dimes,

then uneven outcomes of paying one’s dues,

it’s a paradox of fate, just a consequence of lives.

I’m learning each day, ears wide open,

about the inevitable impossibility of hearing it all,

as each day, attention’s on something new:

Hearing politics, capitalism, poverty, and wars,

notices to surrender, then to fight it out,

then their dreams and goals, aiming for the stars

such improbable possibilities, just a hope to be proud.

I’m learning each day, heart wide open,

about the inevitable impossibility of feeling it all,

as each day, attention’s on something new:

Feeling people’s needs, actions, truths, and ideals,

now happy alone, then desperate to find a mate,

then the warmth of smiles and rivers of sad tears

are all parallels of love, just an innate need to relate.

I’m learning each day, mind wide open,

about the inevitable impossibility of understanding it all,

as each day, attention’s on something new:

Understanding raindrops, sunshine, shadows, and stars,

the fragility of nature, then the importance of fallen leaves,

then the origins of humanity and wisdoms in memoirs,

happiness and its complexity, just a thesis on beliefs.

I’m learning each day, soul wide open,

about the inevitable impossibility of living it all,

as each day, attention’s on something new:

Living it each day, awaiting what’s next to come

but too can look backward at the universe’s time and fire,

then at myself and see I’m, too, I’m not yet done,

I’m learning about myself, just being propelled higher.

Yet every day, I have come to the same conclusion,

to one simple fact: all these inevitable impossibilities

means no one will ever be able to say: I’ve learned it all.