A labyrinth expands before me, Its only prize, the truth; reality Awaits the shrewd of mind. At every turn lie misdirections, One wrong choice and I am Lost, for perils lie ahead; Webs of lies lie waiting for their prey. I pray for wisdom that I may not fall, Misguided by a ghost I thought I saw; My own illusions turn me from the light. The path ahead is cobbled from the shadows, Bits of truth among them shining gold, The only light to guide my weary feet As Darkness beckons me with gentle hands. Temptation offers respite from my search: “Sit down and rest, poor ragged traveler, you search in vain For worthless lies. I tell the truth; One as beautiful as I is honest, sure.” I pay no heed. The truth is rarely beautiful or pure.