continuing exploration

there are so many shadows on the day
that we are trapped as if in a great maze
deep in the woods we're in the darker days
and every fool will bend his head to pray
to absent gods truth is so hard to say
but we take up our rôle in complex plays
ignoring all the fads and each new craze
only to do our simple jobs for pay
at end of every road we find a wall
or else the open sea and distant birds
whose voices take us with them to high air
not thinking of the distance we might fall
having no thought that we could frame in words
but only joy at finding something rare