Realizing how to see

The world with real eyes

A noble pursuit of murky dwellings,

But clearing the fog;

Becoming astute through lessons

Reaches all the depths of the bog;


However, there is no foretelling of the swamps end

After all the tracing of bogs,

Clearing of the putrid fogs,

And dodging all the creatures that creep


No solace can be found in infinite movement

An empty, false, reward to this noble truth.