Forever we stand, waiting to be told
Allowing the fervour of laziness to hold
Our own deeds that used to be bold
Have now become lame stories of old

We think to be happy,
Is not to be snappy
We forget that to work
Is what really jerks
We know that to fall
We must actually walk
So we remain stall
With Bane's idle talk

We build up high castles
Made of clouds
What we don't realize whistles
And denounces our prouds
We take in our pride
In what we confide
But we still forget and forget
That what we do is what we get