CAUTION
Mountain High, Valley low…
They call me Caution…
I knocked three times, and found Light…
A Sacred Path forged upon on the tools of my trade…
Yet still I crave…
A Journey begun, spurning fires within me from Ancient Times..
I strive to run, yet my rope is not yet that long…
Visions of Logic, Geometry, and Rhetoric fly around me…
Not quite yet mine to hold, but secretly I hold them dear…
Patiently I’ll crave until the light unfolds…
Only for now...
They call me Caution…