good in all visages
the wastrel wanders a road
to his, the poet sings along his ,
rich men have a road to them.
The industrious a well trodden path
worn by every man wishing. To every man a path
which to him is given, and where he must tread,
or run or crawl or burrow into.
All this meaningless walking, or very heartfelt foot after foot trod
a meaning has. For the earth spinning and each new day's sunrise
becomes again each of our quests, whatever they are wherever they lead.
All lead to the same door.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
good in all visages
the wastrel wanders a road
to his, the poet sings along his ,
rich men have a road to them.
The industrious a well trodden path
worn by every man wishing. To every man a path
which to him is given, and where he must tread,
or run or crawl or burrow into.
All this meaningless walking, or very heartfelt foot after foot trod
a meaning has. For the earth spinning and each new day's sunrise
becomes again each of our quests, whatever they are wherever they lead.
All lead to the same door.
