A peregrination I had embarked upon,
In later years of the four squares and tens;
Consciously I would have taking alternatives;
To traverse through a glittering enormous
Lying hole,
Not this obscure enigmatic enormous dark Lying hole.
In this obscure enigmatic enormous dark
Lying hole,
I traversed indefatigably for few numbers
Pass a square;
Far from where I began and the end unsure.
Faith have I lost innumerable times with
Honor,
I tiptoed and walked behind myself alongside shadows.
To fly away have tried but limits held me;
I have pecked relentlessly on the wall until my Beak ached;
Also have I slept to wake in Joseph's dreams?
Should I lift up my basket of woes and slog
On?
Could there be light at the end of this tunnel?