Life to be enjoyed,
Within the limits issued,
How long until you are bored?
Cast a blessing, cast a light,
What remains in the other side?
Shadow, shadow of a man,
What potential there see you can?
Something in the darkness, where the light cannot shine,
Will you turn and will everything be fine?
Dare you to explore the darker side,
And leave the comfortable, warm light.
Can there be good intention in offense,
Or are we just stuck in a form of pretense?
Do you have trust? Do you have faith?
We all must grow, to become something great.
You are me, me are you.
Two vices and one virtue.
How one can exist without the other, is good to argue?
There are no angels, there are no saints.
Not without the animal, remember the grace.
Knowing when to start,
Knowing when to stop,
That’s the key for raising the crop.
Story of perfection,
Is more like a reflection,
That makes truth seem like a deflection
Who we are to judge?
What is wrong, what is right?
Power to give,
Power to sustain,
Yet, who has the power to refrain?
Complying seems meek,
Doing wrong seems weak,
Where is the peak?
Where is that virtue we seek?
Through wrong we grow,
New karma seeds we sow,
Status away we throw,
Desires to ourselves we show.
What happens next,
To start from nothing is a test,
No time to rest,
Virtue is the best.
Tired to play,
Tried that way,
And now please pay.
By going away.
Back to work, back to pit.
If you might take one blessing with you, what would be it?
Grab the tit,
or grab the grit.
Foolish one you are, for grabbing the tit.
At least fun you have while working in the pit.
Enjoy the fires, all around you lit.
And the smell of shit.
What is shit, but the manure for the paradise?
Joy and success are just a disguise.
Can above the sin anyone rise?
To the gods, we are lice, with the habit of dice.
Comfort we seek, yet change we need.
Where is the end of the greed?
Where is the power to be freed?
Is there Graal, the ultimate mead?
Fooled by men,
fooled by gods.
With minimal odds.
Start from zero,
You have all the Zen,
You are on a journey of the hero.
You are marked,
A whim of a shadow, also something positive sparked.
Others this do not yet see, yet you have it in ample.
Darkness and light,
Weakness and might,
Too much, and none,
What is done, cannot be undone.
Where is the understanding? Where is the truth?
Become what you seek in your quest for youth.