They say there exists a fabric,
of cosmic space and time,
Threads of reason woven throughout,
but edges frayed from lack of rhyme.
Each thread is but a rung,
on a ladder one must climb,
Up you slowly go,
amazed at what you find,
but puzzled as to why a ladder,
lets you plumb the depths of mind.
Leave your fear and petty emotions,
on a lower rung behind,
learn now how to be,
more loving, wise and kind.
On the dotted line you'd see,
my name...