O the trial of setting aside pride!
What labor it is to shorten one's stride!
Humiliation is a mentor mentored
But for a risen student it is rendered
And a fool still has moments of splendor
When the honest cannot let his past hinder
Perhaps a moment shall lead into a streak
And a streak prove quite a systemic leak
What's more, might possibility be steady?
Should our pride's quick dispatch be ever ready?
Can we let the fool rise, this very moment
And pluck stranded truth from raging torrent?
A nasty monster, indeed, lies in waiting
Watching for one who knows no debating
One who discards a whole bunch of apples
Tasted all but the last, but won't be haggled
The one good apple will yet be sweetly boasted
"The truth of my eye!" sings lover devoted
And the old wise man now beholds a young fool
Possibility following all, in rule
Shall the enriched sage now turn into a drone
And let monstrous habit establish a throne?
Shall one prejudgement lead to another
So to decree, "to rule is to smother?"
But both foolish and wise are saved sure oppression
When rare foolish truth is accepted correction
For foolishness is not at all conceded
But rather the pursuit of wisdom seeded
-Lumen
