Woe to the thief,
who taketh by night,
he plunders wildly,
to rob the Gods.

He seeks to find,
a short way,
little effort,
if he may?

This is true,
he lives in you,
fixed upon gold,
he cares little.

He hides well,
difficult to find,
in the sewers,
of thy mind,
behind a smile,
that seems so kind.

He wants,
and craves,
he thirsts,
and starves,
troubled he is,
and how unkind;

you let him hunt,
where failure is,
you stop him not,
and look at him now?

Pearls and gems,
we all do seek,
only the few,
canst walk anew,
towards a goal,
that is so empty,
filled with love,
and O so plenty!