In undisputed solitude, one can only recollect the journeys of will
Though the milieu may hold on in steadfast determination, rain does fall
And in reality, birds may seek sedentary lifestyles if will provides it so
Foxes may practice the practice of the hopeless, none more vigilant than a sloth if will provides it so
Rain may rise from the earth in visible spectrum if one possesses the will to provide it so
Therefore, the milieu is not divine in existence, only poignant in result and lamentable in action
Will may possess power yet, to the extent of the milieu,
Which maintains a stubborn prospect on lifestyles of contemporary statures
The most momentous flaw of the milieu is memory
And the struggle of the human race to seek truth in the righteous place of fiction
Because what memory bequeaths is a change in the outlook of life, people, and the definition of existence