We Are All Born; Some

Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

All The Things You Would Do Gladly, Oh Without Enthusiasm, But Gladly, All The Things There Seems No Reason For Your Not Doing, And That You Do Not Do! Can It Be We Are Not Free? It Might Be Worth Looking Into.

The Dust Will Not Settle In Our Time. And When It Does Some Great Roaring Machine Will Come And Whirl It All Skyhigh Again.

Clear To Me At Last That The Dark I Have Always Struggled To Keep Under Is In Reality My Most

We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain That Way.