Deep inside the borderland
A thief stands up to speak,
Mark of Cain upon the lips,
His crooked tongue in cheek.
Fates lost children by the side of the road,
Blind leading blind with their heavy load;
Hopeless captives bound to the trace,
Love's lost fatalities of disgrace.
A lavelered lackey with leaden hands
Pileated Pythius at attention doth stand;
Malthus, head high to face the fray
Arrives with Lord Launfal to set the array.
Thales, as history does clearly tell,
a Greek Philosopher, roamed hill and dell,
in search of answer to end the strife;
'What is it; what is the thing called life?
'You are what you are, '
How true to say; but
You're not bound to be
What you are today.
We are faces in a glass
Opaque images of self
Revealing our vanity.