Falling

Falling

Old Mobius did his pattern lay

The never- ending path, the Way;

For those who argue 'tis but a game'

His arguments doth that betray.

To fall is but to rise, He pled,

To some sweet purpose they be led.

Though Universe be large or small

Its lessons will be bread for all;

The will to power, so Nietchze said,

Be there with or without wise head.

Forewarned art thee that lead astray

Dark destiny awaits all they that stray.