All I really need... To live.
Is a couple of books. And a sieve.
One for the learning, the other for discerning,
what is right, what's not,
and understanding the human motive.
Teach me, works of literary
art, the power of a well-filled library.
Show me worlds nonexistent, nonconforming
To the laws of Nature. And apply the sieve,
to find where reality lays its boundary.
My mind's like a wand'ring vessel.
Thrown wayward by cultural tussle.
A judge may say right, a general says left,
in the end the calmest eye of the storm
is the middle. What does that make me? Fickle.
The terribly diverse opinions that call
for their reckoning- Since not all are equal.
Dividing the wishful thinking from the untrue
and the right, I'll work through it all and live
With a couple of books, and a sieve.