‘What vision can we have… ?’

What vision can we have, what purpose, goal

Or aim can we achieve when, all through life,

Half-blind & stumbling day-to-day in droll

Impersonations of ourselves- in strife

Too much to see the narrow strait that leads

Directly to the grave from cradle via

Satisfaction of far-simpler needs

Than we invent or think we should desire-,

Hoping like a drunken fool a heaven

Built for one & all exists, an end

At least to work & woe, or kind oblivion,

Welcome once again, our faithful friend?

They’ve paid my money, yet my choice

And vision are made by things of louder voice…