Titus 1:15

I too gazed and never saw or knew But what I knew before Perspectives of my own point of view That made me excited and sure Then leaving it all, I more foolish still Beacame, and bore the jeers That could not outweigh the joy of will Consuming tasks that others fear ii And he, turned inside out for the laugh Say look again, his private mind piles Explorers and blunderers with thin raft Down the rapids, where proof defiles Not his craft that sturdily surge the flow But theirs who with self lense pine to see What they have taught by fears to know. Yet none question the strange consistency With so many pieces of that expectation That forms the norm that achieve ill goals I offer no other sublime, no more refutation But hold to my intents though tempest howls. Laugh then, I shall not stutter this to repeat But gladly engage my choice that well brings The adventurer, self-certain, every heat. My ash shall only show my sleep, but no stings.