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.