Myopic mind has lost its sight
This cranium is out of fight
The world once mine has been upended
A minitude of life pretended
Is it not completely missessary
For me to indeed take this ferry
Though I now do get a boarding on
My headlong, heartwrong eschaton
It’s an interstitial life that’s calling
With similitude to slowly crawling
Hobbitly O take the ring and say
I certainly do not know the way
