(Insight Poem) A Question To An Understanding As You Know It

But what of the insight of these reasons, who claims to hold that light?
With a match book I push my hand firmly against it and stroke with quick flick and its lit.
Is that as easy as this insight?
Or is it harder to reach?
Is it like wisdom's gain on the train of life?
Only at the end of the ride do you get it.
Or is it somewhere in the middle?
A question to an understanding as you know it.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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