We live in a world

Were thoughts become speech

And steps learn to rhyme

As soon as we’re born

We are taught how to teach

And then we learn to train time

In a world were

Uncles, and sisters, and every one’s brother

Are more sand on the shore of our mind

We always learn

To interpret from one thing to another

Till a more lovable feeling we find

Pure literacy, and reality

Are what we usually try to transform

Into some thing that fits our own pleasure

But feelings of gold

And heart that will always be warm

Is not always your practical measure

Now nor is it best

To make things what they they’re not

Or to hide from the black of the night

But to learn to behave

And work with what you have got

Are the ways to persist through you’re fight