The last measure of a man is his will,
And if he invests it beyond seeking worldly thrills,
A life alive shall be the prize,
For the voyager at the helm of his own mind.
What life is such which reeks of must,
An eternal struggle to get by.
Shortsighted thought fails to build trust,
And in the end the captain will cry.

A life of deprivation is no life to lead.
Wanting so much that you forget what you need,
Skipping over the present, while drowning in past deeds.