In a land where convenience furthers Not perseverance, and 'ignorance is bliss', Is amiss, as it's far more than "Godliness", It being, "All", and n'er is perceived, The universe of a grain of sand, as it, Like love, grasped, Just falls from their hand,
Even the hollow of belief Is an unattainable goal, For the path less traveled Is more travailed, n'er sold. In their opine, Their best, "skol".
reality
An instant twig of poetree in retort to a quixotic naivate.