He ventured outward into the realm of the day’s conquest.
A time of sentiment for touching the vast flashes of wisdom,
There he tasted the sweetness and basked in the promised pleasures.
All around the dominion gave its gifts, and he received their joys.

Contently he strolled through warm rain laughing with the trees.
It had been a time of unknown frontiers,
A passive union of feeling and potential,
When he questioned his reasons and his sanity.

He asked for guidance to confirm the object of his quest.
He felt others asking the same words as he.
Soon he understood the collective, the visions of flower and bloom.
Further ahead the fence remains high and hard to climb.