A Man said to the universe

"Sir, I exist!"

"However", replied the universe

"The fact has not created in me

A sense of obligation."

The Wayfarer

Perceiving the pathway to truth

Was struck with astonishment,

It was thickly grown with weeds.

"Ha" he said

"I see that none has passed here

In a long time."

Later he saw that each weed

Was a singular knife

"Well", he mumbled at last

"Doubtless there are other roads."