The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
I accept reality and dare not question it.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
I refuse putting from me the best that I am.
Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.