Sing Muse, Sing of Wisdom
Is it out there? a Guide even when things are at their Darkest?
Like the Owl, high on her perch, looking over,
A guardian spirit, silent...vigilant?
Or is there any Wisdom to be found at all?
Or do we only have hindsight or glimmers,
sudden realizations...too little.....too LATE,
so that we are always left,
Swept away by Fate?