Before I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes
And know no other way
It's not that dying hurts us so
This dirty living hurts us more
But dying is a different way
A kind behind the unknown door
Count not that far that can be had
Through the sorrows lie between
Nor that adjacent that beside
Is further than the pain and greed
Find every thought
Unknown
Unborn
