I once was twice the fool I am today,
And thought I had invented righteousness.
Now I’d be grateful just to find a way
around myself to lasting happiness.
I realize that my own lamp rarely shines
As shine it must if I will ever light
Upon the surest path – yet may I find
that I have groped and stumbled onto right.
My shallow wit has almost run its course.
It’s going to leave me high and dry – but where?
I pray I'll get to somewhat near the source –
To ask for more than that, I do not dare.
I cannot play the music that I hear,
But it is plainly music to my ears.