“Empty Substance”

Expanding your mind

Is like inflating a balloon outside

Releasing it to a windy howl

And watching it fly

As high as the sky will allow

Reaching for new space

And higher heights

With a determined plight

That raises questions and answers

In the air is the blessing

That erases doubt

Then teaches the lesson

That in life

Experience is the best professor

And it spews knowledge

Like air from an open spout

Until it finally wears down

And all the air comes out

With a whistling zerbert sound

Reaches its end

And falls to the ground