I rather be subtle and a benefit,
Than grand and a detriment,
A speck in the clouds,
Than a beast in the sediment.
Soon I'll be fruition of the harvest many tried to quell,
And my intuition tells me many want me in a cell,
But I simply cannot stop myself from drinking from the Well,
Really rather hunger here than ever have my feast in hell.
You're eating all your dinner, Man,
Forgetting all your vitamins,
Build your house upon the sand,
On sand your house will all depend,
And, yes, I've had my share of sin,
And all my brothers understand,
But my God, my mother, kin,
Brought me up so I could stand.
So nevertheless,
In spite of the tests,
You can all guess,
I gave it my best;
In spite of the mess,
And inadequate rest,
I just went on my quest,
And I never felt less,
Than I'd been raised,
Brought up and praised,
Through it all remained un-hazed,
Though at times a little fazed.
Even when the storm was a-comin',
And the blood was a-runnin',
And my heart was a-beatin',
And the creatures a-bleatin',
I remember thinkin',
I can dure the beatin',
I'll move up to front-row seatin',
While my brain the pain is readin',
They won't taste a true defeatin'.
So I try to keep my hair uncut,
Like a Samson;
Try to keep my bars aligned,
And pray for ken like Solomon;
In the end, I must confess,
Must release the weight from chest,
I do partly here invest,
Within this mundane game of chess.
[transferred from Thirst collection]
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