Through

Through

Through the eyes of those who waited

Upon the words of wisdom I see a,

Reflection of what has been before.

Though nothing can be explained

Nor understood for those who show

Through thy hearts are not of pure nature.

With happiness flashed through the streams

Of the hearts I see no room for happiness

Nor improvement.  Through an impoverished

heart of a wealthy man happiness lies not

in thy heart but in fantasy.  Through the

surroundings of those who have been I feel

alone to the heart of loneliness without anticipating