Lunatic Of One Idea

Groping sightless in the gloom. Every word flutters the fool. Seek gold dig up earth. In darkness find a dwelling place, delight in the mire. Who knows of the lion leaving Hades? I tore out the roof for kindling. Seek without meekness. Will any dare to harm Caesar? To tread the dreary paths? His bones shattered on a broken plate. Fine words are fruitless, a useless bit of hate. Throw in this hollow a tangible loss. Naked in the forest, singing my songs. What plant is not wilting? What life could last? Great the drought, everything passes. Time means nothing but a crumpled page. I want to suffer till only truth remains