Possessed by a demon, I do not see the right way ahead. Distractions litter my path, hope dies as time passes and inexorable deadlines draw closer. The demon fills my mind with vague conceits, of mythical Helen, imaginary nymphs who come and go, the monkish purity of the morning does not last. Will the ineffable One show me the way? My faith is not strong enough, and I crave a sign. The archangels seem terribly stern though. Returning back to school, give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning, burning, burning, keep me burning till the end of day.