Walking, moving, always,
Trudging in the glaze;
Hoping, stumbling, struggling,
And the gods bring you to this spring.
The reflection is an unknown friend,
Unity was supposed to be the upend;
But the thought of a mythical creature,
Absolves all the theater.
When the mind clears, and all digits frozen,
The path of life and reality chosen;
Take the Shakespearian thoughts in your brain,
And it opens to humility and constrain.
