To Be Wise

I think it is every man's drive to know better. To be wise beyond his years and yet we all forget what makes a man wise. Experience. Those life lessons that open up his understanding like a rotten fruit in the summer heat. The skin splits and the swollen flesh extends outward to burst its confines. The sweet stench rising on the ardent air to assail the nostrils.

We all want to be wise. And we all complain when our skin hurts.