You're not alone, birds of a feather flock together
Many torn umbrellas bearing the gloomy weather

Many beings are sliding along Phillips curve
Won't be counted unless you strain every nerve

Keeping rowing upstream, come rain or shine
Comfort is like whirlpool, take a hard line

If not working then turn over a new leaf
Atop the cliff, shout aloud and devour relief

Empty pockets bake you in holocaustic oven
Smiles and cries, that's how life is woven

They will mock you but believe that you can
Look before you leap or you're the marked man

Visit every bloom like these young moths
In witching hour, save your naive thoughts

Don't wait for another day, though week has seven
Build your castles here only, there's no heaven