In all the world and every time,
We humans think we know it all;
Our self-congratulation’s great,
And thoughts “we might be wrong”, are small
And so we celebrate with joy
The progress that we think we’ve made,
And walk unfeeling past the lost
The beaten and the still afraid
Advice I’d give: to not be so.
Advice I have not as yet taken
As my eyes still are on my road
My confidence in me, unshaken
But does my “truth detector” work?
Is my attention that unswerving?
Or are my actions merely those
Of someone drunk