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Never more but tiding thoughts,
Only letting the mind sit as it rots,
Oh how the decay creeps in,
And yet we can see our face chagrin!
Be it not time instead for our hearts to bellow,
"Woe be the empty minded fellow?"
Yet as we think, our words begin to sink,
It is our time to rise, and yet we blink?
Time passes by so quick, so soon,
And we let our thoughts merely swoon,
Could it be we lost the will to be?
Has it come to the point all we can do is plea?
Let not your folly be your strings!
Do not believe in such things!
Our folly is more than how we sway,
It is how we refrain from what we say.
Let not our words sit idly by,
Nay, put words to actions, and apply!
Least ye wish to be the simple fool,
With not even yourself to rule.