Dancing and turning, 
Always in a state of learning. 
It has to go on, 
Always running like a fawn. 
It knows no limit, 
Always crossing infinite. 
More precious than ever, 
Always changing like the weather. 
A thunderstorm of words, 
Flying loose like swooping birds, 
A hurricane of memories, 
Galloping wild even after centuries. 
Captured in frozen time, 
Coming back only when minds chime. 
Only when you find it quick, 
And when the puzzle pieces click. 
But those who can say, 
Know that it's found every day. 
It's right here in your hands, 
Discovered in all worlds and lands, 
Yet only those who seek, 
Can follow its reek. 
It can't be chased, 
But can be faced. 
Don't run after, 
What follows is laughter. 
Some say it's found in college, 
But that would make it knowledge. 
It can, it might, it may actually be, 
For both help you see, 
But it isn't and it is. 
Both come down as fast as a blizz, 
However, of course, we both know, 
Both are different so. 
Is being intelligent really, 
The same as not being silly?