There is so much I do not know
Or do not understand;
And knowledge seeps in slowly, like
A sluice that’s full of sand

For I would take in more; I find
Much I have is outmoded —
The sluice I have’s not working right,
It’s like it’s overloaded —

The lake that I’ve become is old,
It really needs improving;
But I must unjam something, so
To keep the water
Moving