An Irony of Life

A man led me with his hand, And my eyes were closed to see obviously, Then I see far to the thick forests, Bats were flying jubilantly in sequence, They occupy the houses of men in cities. A man led me with my hand in his armpit, And my eyes were shut to see openly, Then I see far to the dense cities, Where men stir miserably in sequence, As they occupy the houses of bats in forests. A man steered me with his hand round my shoulders, And my eyes were barred to see plainly, The houses in the forest were erected with maggots, The houses in the cities were built with diamond, Then I asked why man could behave this way. A man directed me by the distance of his voice, And my eyes were opened to see invisibly, Then I see far as the end of my nose, The voice was around me asking, Can you tell me the essence of life to man. Tell me the irony of all what I see, I asked. But the man and the voice disappeared. What is the pride of a man? Where is the affluence of man going to end? I asked again.