People crawl under skins,
calling you vain
Picking at thoughts,
to call one picky
Act to turn the other cheek,
to call another cheeky.

Life with complicated people,
much complicated ourselves
In over our heads,
won't get over ourselves.

Another day gone,
but days aren't lost for us
The best of mankind,
means to keep on looking
Wishing for it on make believe
genies, will only rub off
Nothing is above down
to earth people
Living on solid ground for growth.

If we've forgotten
how to grow,
What fruit of us will it show?

Descendants falling hungry,
of knowledge not taught
We're responsible for legacies better
than ones of us in the past.