Thirst of the conscience
Thirst of the conscience
Little boy you think you are,
With cares and worries not.
You break your time jump the hour.
Have you even a morsel got?
‘Still’ little boy, you go too far.
Your place a confused mess.
‘Thrill’ little boy is that your star?
Put your run to rest.
Your run is but a reckless one,
In the zone of comfort not.
For fun is left to be unsung.
It’s time for settled thought.
Listen now! My legs do hurt,
For run do I with you.
Little boy, hear my thirst.
Conscience, you friend so true.
Little boy you think you are,
With cares and worries not.
You break your time jump the hour.
Have you even a morsel got?
‘Still’ little boy, you go too far.
Your place a confused mess.
‘Thrill’ little boy is that your star?
Put your run to rest.
Your run is but a reckless one,
In the zone of comfort not.
For fun is left to be unsung.
It’s time for settled thought.
Listen now! My legs do hurt,
For run do I with you.
Little boy, hear my thirst.
Conscience, you friend so true.
