It's time to end the party life and quit
reptillian dramas over petty things.
Just like a rope drawn tight above a pit,
each life must cross, half-blind, with unflung wings.
There really, truely waits a better state
of being for those sincerely seeking light.
Like all good things, we have to work and wait
until it's own time comes around. In spite
of storms of lies and men's chicanery,
as well our own, we have to stay our ground.
Our slutish, gluttonous buffonery
must transform into 'focused' and 'profound'.
There's not much chance that words can wake a man
to STOP!, and contemplate, then make a plan.