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".
An instant twig of poetree in retort to a quixotic naivate.