Not a canister waiting to be satiated,

But a blaze to be kindled;

A rusting lust to be burnished;

Is the mind, a candle to woeful ignorance pinioned.

Fuelling wisdom with wonder,

Is creative curiosity, fathomless without fear;

The chagrin in the tug of a tethered horse;

Not all who gallivant are lost.

Trust the impeccable compass,

When grappling in the raging tempest;

You falter in advance - riding on horns of dilemma instead,

Impediments intimidating in every tread.

You may stumble and fall,

But your lustre is yet strong;

The shoots are growing, let them thrive;

No glimpses at ground - touch and outshine stars which mystify.

Every aurora a luminous opportunity;

Every questioning bud be nurtured ardently;

Let not your flame of nonpareil, worthy thirst die;

Explore till collapse, to the zenith you will fly.