out of our paths

there is no simple road down to the rocks
each storm has muddied the established way
and made into hard work what was once play

the lion is no braver than the fox
but louder and much fiercer in array
there is no simple road down to the rocks

we build a wall out of a baby's blocks
and think to daub it with unrefined clay
this is a matter for a lesser day
there is no simple road down to the rocks