Untamable Progression (or Stupid, Cheesy Sonnet)

I look out my square of unbroken light
To a strand of the Charles flowing below.
I also see buildings further upstream
Filled with myriad people I don't know.

To meet them all would be impossible,
it would take more lives than I have to live.
It's like the ideas I try to master,
streaming through my mind, seemingly a seive.

A careful straining of all of life's lumps
produces a richer understanding.
Of what I'm not sure; it seems to elude
me-series of thoughts on so many strings.

They're pulled through my mind, evading but linger-
ing long enough to make an impression.
The great understanding I seek is this:
learning's an untamable progression.