He wanted to find out the truth,
Some part that he could understand,
And so he traveled through the land
A roving, wisdom-seeking sleuth
But found most ‘truth’ mere children’s toys,
These games designed for our delight;
He struggled through the day and night
To hear the music ‘neath the noise
For clamor then was everywhere:
The crowds in lengthening array
Were lost in popular display,
While truth, a dying tree, grew bare
He still seeks after Lord-knows-what,
While traveling from sea to sea,
In search of some integrity,
And why he’s such an idiot
Another jumble of words most beautifully brought to order by your hand. I love this one.
Thank you very much. I really like the phrase “jumble of words”, it’s what so much of this feels like.
You are so talented it amazes me!
I feel sorry for this guy.
Wow, this is brilliant.