Movin' On

Habits, like stranglers, inhabit the head,
and steer what might be manna. down a hole.
Machinery can't think, it has no soul.
Asleep at the wheel, with a wall ahead,

you'd think a body would shake off the nod
and get to gettin' on. Original sin
means brain like an anvil, and not, 'pre-flawed'.
Uncouth and arrogant when we begin,

and many stay that way until they croak.
The few who manage to raise up their eyes,
will know there's more. The acorn and the oak,
shows how an ignoramus rises wise.

If self's to be transformed, then all must go.
Ownership bamboozles the will to grow.