How has it come to be-
I truly am just always walking.
In duet and then at sole,
In ruckus and in steady roll,
Like river and like small eddy,
By louder friends and foes so silently,
Well in truth, when stacked against myself,
The tune is still and whispers shelved,
My gaze is high and low upon the streets,
My sweeping sight is quick upon my feet.

Finding an adventure,
Between these ancient walls,
Through mazes ever parting,
Ways, finding open spans,
The serene and silent cavity,
Of studious temperature bathing,
In the light of open books and laptops.

Wise Cousellor,
Your wisdom does me good,
From my mouth, may it pour,
Make me humble as I should,
Amen.