Almost to school
Thought the fool
To class, to class
He was going at last
The journey down the hill
Filled with time and space to kill
Another journey, through the past
Running in the foolish mind lasts
Magi and Hierophants
Embodied, White elephants
Back from a war
The fool need go there no more
He ponders with feigned incompetence
Trying vainly to find the famed “Pompitous”
With his reasoning so Zen
He figures “So, what then?”
Continue on this great wheel?
Like a white rat chasing his meal?
The next step follows the last
Is that “Free at last” last,
Or am I just caught in the past?
(Stay with me, this moves fast.)
Seeking satisfaction through distraction
No real interaction, like my mind is in traction
Back from a war
Don’t need to go back for more
Warrior to hunter
Winter to summer
Then go back again
Learn to be an old wise man