((The previous poem re-written as a sonnet))
Another pioneer, so far to go.
See you the lonely pilgrim? He will fly.
Soon night will bless him with a long lost show.
And he will watch the star and moon and sky

Does God see what shows on this sinners mind?
Within the maze the walls do rearrange
Themselves to leave all rational behind.
So drift away before the seasons change.

Hold tight this ball of yarn, a dream to thread,
Or chains of fright will choke you much too soon.
And when the ties of fears at last are shed,
Then he will know the sky and star and moon

A smile sits upon his countenance, sans shame,
Within his mind the walls have moved again.