I came in by the Door, and left by the Gate,
The path between, I learned was far too straight.
In the middle watch, I saw the darkness wane,
And found myself upon a dawn-lit plain.
I searched the deep recesses of my soul,
The secret pockets where I'd hidden goals.
But not a single coin of merit shone,
No wealth of virtue I could call my own.
And now I face the shore, the endless deep,
Where final tides their solemn rhythm keep.
With empty hands, I stand before the sea,
Boatman, what fare have I to offer thee
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 1:55 AM UTC
I came in by the Door, and left by the Gate,
The path between, I learned was far too straight.
In the middle watch, I saw the darkness wane,
And found myself upon a dawn-lit plain.
I searched the deep recesses of my soul,
The secret pockets where I'd hidden goals.
But not a single coin of merit shone,
No wealth of virtue I could call my own.
And now I face the shore, the endless deep,
Where final tides their solemn rhythm keep.
With empty hands, I stand before the sea,
Boatman, what fare have I to offer thee