I've thought it was a sea and known to it a salt;
I'd looked deep in the light probably the darkest of nights;
As claimed west is the right path, but life in it on my pleasant land;
Like the more run to a rain, effects of worse water gain.
For less traveled by ship, further danger on ground rail;
Quite as seems no one will hear, silent chaos in free will;
Round tables were justice strip, bold as it is...
Control is at no ones leap -divided to fall.