A walk along the valley of the mind,

This is what I ask of the traveler,

After he engages in some banter.

Does your work or home treat you to feel kind?

Do you see and feel akin to the rest?

It is described thoroughly in this way:

O’er the hill you see a valley at day.

But objects in it put your mind to test:

A spyglass in front and cogs strewn about.

Like most you stop front and stare at the sky,

But don’t comprehend the marks falling by.

No different from fisherman and trout.

However, you all stay at the spyglass.

Here forever complacent and secure,

But you suffer and are forced to endure.

Here, the marks and cogs will always harass.

I know only one way to become free,

Walk ‘way from the glass and finally see.