Holes wide and others small
Riddle the bucket of man
He wanders the earth to harvest and learn
Only to forget again and again
Each generation cries Eureka!
And runs around naked and gay
In the happiness of discovery
They forget to teach
a young generation asking, “Which way?”
Those who think we build up high,
Do not know not the bed that lies,
Beneath what we know is an Ocean unseen
Deeper we plunge, the more we rise.