Pull back; Prisoner of Spirit torn by circumstance,
Behind, at large, we mention to no one,
The end protrudes relentlessly, the future retreats;
Time is leaking, waste with no measure.
Unknown is the occurrence; soon if ever,
Take a leaf from the prophet,
Forget what matters most; frivolous is concern.
The world is yours; We just live in it;
Politically correct or out of pity?
You selfless fools know your fate,
You decide through your pity to jump.