In all travails, there are a miss
When walking a path, to mislead our sense
But clinging tightly, we are mislead
By the present, we are all dead
The future, led from present pass
By common fools, jack and ass
Least common is the deep springs
From which knowledge grows, unyielding things
Cling not, to closely to the past
Nor the present, future pass
Walk always the middle way
Towards the future, present day
knowledge acquired is a funny thing
For with light, confusion bring
And grows from that, which we think we know
That which nature, did never show
So careful in your steps, pursued
That misleading light, you not pursue
Lest you find yourself undone
Loosing sight of the majestic sun
Reflecting!
Philo Lapis
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