Hippocratic Liberty

Tiny twigs break apart more often Their puny size, pummeled by little force Whiny folks break apart more often Their puny minds, pummeled by emotion We live in a Hippocratic world Why do we be told to be static in futility Let your freedom be put on hold Who wants this Hippocratic liberty? Who even thinks in this world? Time to rush all the way down the street Till you're frail and get old You shouldn't let your soul be met. And when you realize, this mishap For perhaps on your death bed It's too late now to step up In your disgrace, you get just to fill your will, dead?