Drifting in the water in my boat

I did not want to keep myself afloat

Should I dive into the water pure

From what disease is dying a good cure?

I did not know which way I ought to go.

So I let my  boat along the water flow

There are deeper currents we can’t see

Will their wisdom kill or make us free?

Top and bottom, underneath, within.

Underneath the calm, the turmoil wins

All we have to do is keep afloat

Sitting in our little rowing boat.

Up above and down and all around

I hear the sound of laughter free unbound

New dimensions enter these old eyes.

We are only dead when we have died

I lost my reason in the swamps of life.

I found a wisdom I had never known.

Superficial reason is no guide

Life is not a triangle nor cone

Wisdom creates goodness when applied

Reason helps us build a house or bomb.

Reason is what teachers help us learn 

Did Pythagoras build himself a home?

If you love your neighbour you feel good

They may not love you back that is their loss

Sin is its own punishment, I found

Wisdom has great value and a cost

Can we be sensible and wise?

Can we look behind us with our eyes?