Ideals

Salt in my lungs Carried by this man from the shore Naught left but chaff From the voyage I endured Brought to by his alien voice The left hand path calls me to the hills The well meaning recluse I bid him farewell What hope will I have there to find something true Alone in the wilderness seeking meaning anew Have I gone wrong Seeing things only as myself Shall I desist From looking solely to the past Has purpose been In everything around all along Or is it naive To believe that order prevails What is joy Can it thrive May a man Feel its life Bright eyed child Look to the sky I need a vantage point To reach understanding Make sense of man's mind Grasp a kingdom's plight