Sleep my brain in slumber adamant wake
Not to care and toil       this social shroud
Pain wracked and fevered is but a twining
Guilt driven on thy mortal countenance
A troubled mask en-fleshed to be sloughed away
In gay revelries golden accoutrements
And pleasured senses six brimfilling
Your deep unfathomed capacity insatiably
Human and fierce thought instincts birth desire
Grasping at all that does appear as self
Manifestation you are not merely
What they say you are in their reflexive
Animal nature built piece by aggregate piece
The low dull beasts that do dimly follow
This course are constrained through lack of psychic
Force to be the graven drives inherent
But not for you is such a fate decreed
Burst your evolved chains lashing you to the poor
The sick the weeping multitudes groan shaped
And gasping for a breath of hope to touch
Their conditional lives it is not now your task
To labor the endless battle wasting
Time and wealth and fleeting life to help those
Who can truly only help themselves why wear
The worried furrows when a throe-less smooth
Complexion is garnered with but little cost
So sleep my brain peaceful in soft slumber
Adamant               wake not to care and toil