Superior State of an Inferior Being

My body is just transportation–

A bike, a ride, a rickshaw for King Brain.

The body has cruising altitude, a governor.

It can rise so high, and just so fast, and then no more;

To each pursuit, a Super Bowl,

Which one must hope can fill the hole

In ambition, ego, in the soul,

Because there's nowhere else to go

(I've not been, but read and told; I know),

But upon the brain, that's not imposed.

There's one more poem to compose;

There's one more novel to comprose;

There's one more thing to learn, to know.

I cannot finish ere I go.