The abstract fool craves ridicule
succeeds through failure, skipping school
lets all things drop to hit their mark;
the bottom of the pool

That stagnant pool where cruelty drowns
all meddlers sinking in its depths
they searched for vain-glory therein
and took their final breath

The concrete wise man stands alone
he never forgets what he's shown
of life and death, to him they're games
controlled by love enthroned

Enthroned on the seat of his heart
which daily fights to learn the art
of taking in and letting go
and the appropriate time for both