Is there a never-ending book

Is there a never-ending book

And all you have to do is look

The more you look the more you see

The more that will come to be

But those that look down to explain

And chose a sad frown and their brain

Will become their own architect

Never seeing what they expect

As they measure and refine

The continuum of time

They take all the information

And underestimate creation

They do not understand their fate

That they themselves create

Those fools that look and look

But only see what they have took.