If Thoughts Be Laurels
If thoughts be laurels then I'd be a king,
Honing skills in dark alcoves of my mind.
Like muddy waters in a rain-soaked spring,
Life without meaning cannot be defined.
This oaf would a fool for a learned man;
Lethargy my mantra, why should I work?
Begrudge me not fools - ye form your own plan;
My smile is of joy, it's not all a smirk.
Life without fulfillment doesn't exist;
Excuse for failure or lack of life's drive.
Meaningless platitudes or chances missed;
Cancers of the soul just grow and they thrive.
Yet sanctity of life is what's meant to be;
Man can't thrive, if he's unable to see.
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