What holds a person to his feet
When he knows not where to go
The thought of life in another day
Is enough to anguish him so

Can we not all think alike?
Life is such a grueling game
Do we not all play the field
In a manner all the same?

This man has his casualties
In the life he’s led to pursue
Do we not all fall about
Not wanting to start anew?

We are all such small beings
In a world of creatures many
Does one stop to think his place
Before taking more his share a-plenty?

In oceans and skies and forests green
In grounds and airs with life so full
Can this man not see his stance
When over his mind he mulls?

Of deeps and distances greater than we
When we are called to question our souls
Are we not sometimes with conceit
When demanding we have control?

Upon living without questioning
No man himself shall know the truth
One cannot think for a minute alone
That his thoughts are not uncouth.

 
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