Born in expanse of the subtle unknown
With a wild intent to seize its meaning
Confiding five senses' blind touch
To wit's distorting mirror

Good old being –
Neatly learnt and thoroughly
Seen through a breach of senses –
Imprints on a mind a myth

Vast are pyramids of mythical lore;
Their peaks are deemed as goals to climb to
Why not? to dwell in the subtle unknown
One needs to build firm footing

Good old being –
Neatly learnt and thoroughly
Seen through a breach of senses –
Imprints on minds a myth
What is real?
In a vicious circle spin the wits,
Erecting a dome of self-mythology