ambling in the sedate swing of arbor
lost in the flow of contemplation
searching for better ways
to protect what truly matters
to fortify the self-spirit
with very little effort
the upper types gleefully walk off with it all
their avarice and haste defeat nature
iniquity tips the scale and
delivers our inheritance to them
easy is their triumph
they’re disciplined to combat weakness
we harbor many a frailty
life’s mania overwhelms us
the great sublime idol continues to hold sway
till the menacing murmur grows to thunder
and frightens us to our senses
then we walk forward again