Can you see the rising sun,
Hear tiptoeing of the morning,
Read what hasn't yet begun
In the light so slowly falling?
Stay, by ignorance, so blessed
To the truth that's in the making.
It will make its way across
Anyway; all limits breaking.
Never failing to produce
Sadness, drama, and distraction-
Having learned that simple truth,
Ailed factors interaction.
Yet again...
