Like a fox, desire-stricken
The ebony wire thicken
He races for escape
Between blurring shapes

He makes his way through
Tedious as it is to go, to and fro
Balancing confusion and clarity
Apathy and empathy, happily

Yet angrily, as it rises like a tide
But when the water settles
When the anger does subside
And if his soul does survive

There will come a time
Of great enlightenment
In his somewhat somber life
He shall only recover if
His desire is to survive