Keep it real. Lament may have its place,
but as we'll live for many years, one's tears
are mute and suck our energies. No trace
of past abiding grief, need jam up gears.
Those wastelands wrought by frivol and neglect,
must be reclaimed and readied for the plow.
Some acres are too wrecked to resurrect
and lost to you in the worst way how.
Explorer souls, and geniuses need less
of stressed dead-brainedness in their pursuit
of smarter, better ways and things. Success
rewards those intellects, most stable and astute.
One thing worth more than all we might possess;
True Knowledge. There is no substitute.