Fortune – the lives we lead - with no pondering minds for descent or burden, Degrees from the yield to seed, or the sobering tomb of squander Unheeded, the paths that lead us through process, lined with patent effect. We need This distance to help us sleep And peers to absolve The turbulent wake it leaves, over space and time now rippling to peace Feed it in ways unknown, far above our means, disparate and parting Then heed it in words alone, seldom moments' pause to wonder Though wonders are waste, you'll find If we follow the web of lines We're just lost in the crowd Our imprint's real, though often far from view How can we sate our lust for more, but feel less too Six steps to save our eyes Far removed, 'neath these selfsame skies The sea of faces will wash it away Leaving peace for one more day