When life itself seems hard to win,
When day’s deep dawn seems sure to slow,
We welcome comfort, as we know,
We don’t progress, a cardinal sin.

While we may struggle to move on,
Our minds must strive for our desires.
Assure the sparks will ne’er expire,
Act on the chance, before it’s gone.

Although, we must not push our luck,
As far as to where it runs out.
The ones who have the highest clout,
Oft work right ‘round their getting stuck.

Progress, comes at cost, however,
To those who are too vigilant,
A worse life to them, the world grants,
And to those who are not so clever.

Fast change may seem appealing now,
But wait, the world must be better,
Than to fall in bonds of fetters,
As we take to a sinful vow.

Good or bad, across the wide range,
The result is always the same,
“Good” and “bad” are simply two names,
Of the ups and downs of the change.