What lies upon the minds of,
These sheep set out to pasture?
What defines yon vacant mine?
So steeped in bounts of treasure.
What is pleasure sans lament?
But endeavors planned and missed.
Don't ever scan the muttled mists,
For rebuttals, swords, or fists.
Instead adorn befuttlement,
in subtle hints of knowledge lent.
A filament that has been sent.
To ignite the hearts of men.
-Kory D.-1/8/18-