When knowledge flows like rivers wide,
No longer rare, no longer prized,
The words once locked in towers so high
Now drift beneath a common sky.

The scrolls unroll for every hand,
No gate remains across the land;
What once was treasure, kept apart,
Now beats within the public heart.

Information walks the street,
Barefoot dust beneath its feet;
Abundant as the morning air,
A gift so vast, oh it’s everywhere.

Yet value shifts, unseen, unheard —
Not in the page, but in the word;
Not what we know, but how we see,
The spark that shapes possibility.

For minds that question, weave, and dare
Turn scattered facts to meaning rare;
And where all answers may be found,
True wisdom learns to ask profound.

So let the data oceans run —
Their endless tides belong to none;
For in this age, the richest art
Is living thought within the heart.

Information fills the sea,
But intelligence, oh that one will set you free.