Life needs to be lived in such a way so that we are not deemed as outcasts. This concept is called order, and we need to partisipate inside and not outside.
Does the summer bareth snowmen
In the tropics or the seas
Does a jailer let crocks go when
Whenever crocks do please
There is order in this world
Find it, from it learn
Find the order in this world
If it followed you won’t burn
Burn from strains of order
That you didn’t want to find
This world will back you in the corner
And it seems your life it will unwind
Learn from life and then participate
Or the summer left outside
Will find you for life’s order’s sake
And melt your snowman till it dies
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