Chew on a root for a while, human
Better for the mind
Deeper than a sugarpill

Drop some jagged wisdom on the slanted eve
Press your brow into the horizon
See the colors that will melt away

Take the harder path, the one you know you should
See the smaller man, see how he towers above you!
I won't be famous 'til I'm dead
And I hope you won't lament the things we may have missed...!

Walk the narrow edge to the finer grove
Sail the hurling sea, far above their sunken bodies
Take to the sky, against the advice of your aging father

You are more than what you are.
Won't you make the sky a doctor?