finding a small truth

no matter how the vision has to end
there are some consolations we must get
not only that we learn how to forget
or that we find a path we can defend
the road we climb is one we must descend
and we have paid enough to clear the debt
that journey's one that's made with no regret
we find those things on which we must depend
just so we earn our way to the first wall
what comes past that is normal desire
and empty voices on the forest air
there never was a garden nor a fall
no names were hidden from a primal fire
we learn only to see the what and where