"While There is Still Time"

There is a certain path in life
Which one should just ignore
For in the end is surely strife
And bears a false allure

The natural state is human sweat
The natural way is to procure
Of this there is no secret kept
Real people must endure

The slippery ***** draws us in
Bad ways in time the more
It gets much harder to break with sin
And a soul that's soft inure

This world's riches one could drain
And live forever in perfect health
But that treasure would less obtain
Than one who conquers just one's self