Circling emotions
Devouring the lost truth
Where did the sanity go?
What is left to lose?

Ignorant refrains
From the monkey or the mouse
Standing in the doorway
Of the rickety old house

Lost in the maze of distrust
Discouraged in each dying day
Though the morning brings always new solace
Trials knock us off the righteous way

Rocky and painful path
Covered in small glowing stones
Tired of the constant growing pain
Weary all the way to our bones

Circuitous meanderings
Of a gawking and salient old sage
Hoping for return of bright hope
And finding the key to his cage