When you turn on sounds of prosperity,
Trying hard to outlive your posterity,
Escalating higher to dispel your acquired fears,
And for your nay Sayers to delight their ears,
We press harder sometimes to mounting cheers,
In keeping tabs, trying to outrun our peers.
Yes, I love the taste of a hot cooked meal,
Yet loathe the taste of a burnt good meal,
Not to discount the joys of riding high,
But happiness should abound above all we acquire,
Yet it seems when the heat of ascension is on,
We cannot control this beast when on course he is on.
Then you reach the pinnacle of prosperity,
And in the eyes of many you are celebrity,
Be it riding high on a public high horse,
Or reigning supreme with power taken by force,
Yet within your tender heart amidst such fullness,
Then you realize, your well of joy is dry with emptiness.
In the heat of such complexity,
Chop down life to mere simplicity,
Reaching low but not below the elements,
Tapping into the worth of the rudiments,
God first, Earth, and water and wind and fire,
For the joy in life you so much desire.
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