Faint Not Oh Saint

Man, when entirely engulfed By the complexities of life, Finds himself dreadfully jammed By pressures massive, and faints. When solutions of any kind Inept to solve issues intricate, And pain mounts to masses, One slowly spins into a saint. When courses of acumen initiates Soothing echoes within, the saintly Soul dives deep into blessed trance, Blissful oblivion and absolute ease. True, Pressure makes one faint, But, wisdom turns him saint.