And there it suddenly was, clear to my muddled mind,
An epiphany-of-a-kind, writing on a blank bare wall
Which only I could see, like, perhaps, an answer
Just for me, but then, again, maybe a grand design
For everyone great and small, universally framed,
Something perfectly pure without manmade name.
Nonetheless, what am I but one lone soul in search
Of what to do, what to say, tomorrow or, yet, today
When worse than wrong some clearly say I am,
Or sorely out of touch, with delusions filled; My thoughts and lucid words, mine and mine alone,
Beg the wise to act before all is sadly gone.