It’s attention’s intention to hold in retention;
The words that were heard with such toutness and tension.
The sayings of old will ring faithful and true;
With renown to confound if application’s past due.
One cannot try when they’re living a lie;
To stop and reflect or to even ask why.
But they know in their hearts that the reason is them;
That they find themselves back at this juncture again.
To repair or to mend would be to transcend;
Their natural nature into which they descend.
Forsaking their solace, they’re staking their claim;
While taking their glory, neglecting their shame.
Try to take notice, rewind and reflect;
It only hurts you if you choose to neglect.
With the warning we welcome we’ll find we succeed;
In pursuance of progress, we’re finally freed!
Still some cease and desist and so often insist;
That wisdom is wasteful, and folly is bliss.
“The truth? Who cares. I have all I need!”
Well all I can hope is I’ve planted a seed…