Muddy Feet

Run and run swiftly thru the murky marsh of thick discontent that lay coldly in the fields of your innocent intentions. Make fast haste and beware the muddy reaches that climb upon your toes covering your feet, swallow up your ankles and consume your legs before you realize your sinking destination does take you without so much as a whisper for help. For it is easy to find yourself lost in the soft shadows of long blades that quietly chant that sweet sound of dark misfortune unbenounced to all intelligent decisions... they conceive even the most sharp witted of philosophers... for everything can be reasoned right from wrong in one way or another since there is not right and wrong when weighed between the reasoning of one man to another... However... is it Wise?