Extensions of A Man.

The act of "looking" and the art of "seeing" is quite different

I "look" with my eyes, but I "see" with my heart

like a train with trailing wagons, man carries his wagons on the incomprehensible trail of life

He picks himself up, dusts himself off, and starts all over

from the un-manifested buried secrets of a Man's heart to the manifested ones

from the blinding ill pursuits to the revered illuminating accolades

surely the right way is clearly distinct from the wrong one

As man unravels his deep buried extensions

He can't help but wonder, "What is all this for"?