La Monde Diexiemme

He steps on the new ground
A new air to breath
Carrying a mound
Of advise in the depth
Of his mind. He ignores
All of them because they are
Words of the old.
He walks into it
A new class of people
Standing in oblivion
He walks further, he begins the
Journey. A journey into the 
Second world. Most often, it 
Begins with a white cloth
It proceeds to get stained
The road becomes muddy
The cloth gets brown
Very difficult to wash
It takes him a lot of
Determination to wash
Otherwise, it becomes more brown
Then dark brown, then black
The light dims, then it fades
The curtains fall
He walks out
A new air to breath
He goes crying, smiling, ready,
Uncertain into
La Monde Diexiemme.